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Post by DAVIEL PATCH on Apr 3, 2013 9:33:59 GMT -5
Daviel stepped back from one of the many Academy trucks, wiping the grease from his hands as his dark eyes took one last look at the engine. Today was only a maintenance check, and thanks in large part to the regular check Daviel took it upon himself to perform it was still running in top condition. Stuffing the rag part way into his back pocket he grabbed the bonnet and let down the brace, taking the weight whilst he lowered it. He released his hold on the lightweight bonnet and let it snap smartly back to the hood. Daviel wiped his brow with the relatively clean section of his forearm, the summer heat a small annoyance. He looked at his hands again as the black smudges caught his attention, with a twist of his mouth he went in search of the nearest faucet. He delivered a short whistle as he did and immediately Hurley, spread out on the ground with his belly pressed as close to the cool ground as he could, popped his head up. He snuffled for a moment before hauling his large body onto his short little legs. He trotted after Daviel, nose to the air as the pungent flavours reached him from the barn they were nearing.
Daviel stopped at the faucet attached to the side of the barn, turning it on with a quick twist. He scrubbed his hands under the running water, making use of the soap on a rope some of the students had begun hanging off the metal pipes. The soap had at first been something Daviel did around his little shop, a practical use he’d found for an unwanted birthday present one year; he had consequently found it so useful he’d made it permanent. Some of the students must have noticed it, because shortly after the new term started the soap had begun to pop up around campus. He had noticed though, with approval, that the soap was all unscented and could only be found in areas where a horse was not likely to get at it.
As he rinsed the last of the soap off Hurley ambled forward, tongue lolling out as he extended his muzzle towards the running water. “Ah!” Daviel exclaimed, biting the short sharp syllable off. It was the universal sound he’d been using all his life to tell Hurley to Stop-Whatever-You-Are-Doing-Right-Now. It often translated over into other aspects of his life, though he didn’t notice most of the time. Hurley uttered a muted bark in complaint but lowered his haunches to the ground and rolled his tongue back into his mouth obediently. Daviel quickly finished washing his hands, soaping them twice more before the grease finally dissolved completely. He ran the faucet a little more; to make sure it ran clear before he gave Hurley the hand signal to go ahead. Immediately the black and white dog sprung forward and lapped greedily at the running water, splashing everything within a three foot radius as he did. Finally satisfied he back tracked a few steps before he shook himself vigorously. “You, my friend, are a real charmer you know that,” Daviel told him with a chuckle in his voice as he shut off the faucet. His own jeans were now spattered with water from the knee down.
Hurley, in classic style, sat and let his tongue roll out in a big toothy grin. “Dumbass,” Daviel said affectionately, wiping his clean hands dry on the back of his light blue shirt. Suddenly Hurley perked up, his eternally folded ear popping forward for a moment with the expression. He wuffled a sound of greeting, whip thin tail thumping the ground in welcome. Daviel was half convinced he’d welcome a serial killer if he thought it would get him attention. He looked over his shoulder to identify the person Hurley had seen, unconsciously quirking an eyebrow with curiosity.
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Post by DAVIEL PATCH on Apr 8, 2013 6:55:30 GMT -5
[[OOC: coughbumpcough, hacknotcoughveryweezesubtlecough]]
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