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2014-07-19
With the last bit of his belongings settled in his new apartment, Aaron finally felt like he could relax.
It'd been a few weeks since his move to Siren Cove. Things had been smooth, for the most part. His job at the zoo was exactly as he hoped when he went to apply for it in the first place. His co-workers were friendly and curious about him. The only blip so far seemed the odd stares he got when he mentioned his last name, but -
He tried not to think about it. For as much as he came here specifically because of the mention of it in his mother's journals, he'd yet to start asking questions. Maybe he never would, maybe he would simply be satisfied to be some place where he felt like he belonged. Which he thought he might be able to feel...eventually.
Freed of his obligations of waiting for his stuff to arrive, he was looking at his first weekend where he could make that happen. He'd only taken a brief look around town, but the day was warm and Alex was probably feeling as cooped up as he was. A long walk was in order, and he set out early.
There was no real destination. He mostly was taking in the scenery while his golden retriever trotted cheerfully next to him. As the day turned warmed and the sun was inching toward it's noon position. They'd been walking along the bustling boardwalk at that point, and there were plenty of vendors peddling their food wares. He settled on two chicken kebabs, which was served to him wrapped in foil and on a paper plate. He found a bench to sit on, and found his dog immediately giving him what looked like the most pathetic eyes he could offer.
"You know better to beg," he commented in quiet amusement, not finding it odd at all to talk outloud to his dog. He did put the plate aside on the bench, however, going through his messenger bag to pull out the portable bowl for her water. Filling it up, the dog gave up - for the moment - to quench her thirst instead. He smiled as he sat back, retrieving his own food.
So many passed by as they sat. He ate slowly, content to people watch for a little while. Once Alex was done with her water, she comically flopped down, her head literally resting on top of the collapsible bowl. The sea of unfamiliar faces was something he was almost to used to at that point, and he wondered if that would change now. If this all was the right decision.
He supposed he would see.
Thoughts aside, he thought he'd been sitting about enough. Crumpling up the foil his food had been wrapped in into a ball, he turned toward the garbage can near him and tossed it, aiming to get it inside. Instead, he managed to time it just as someone approached the can themselves. It harmlessly bumped against the person's arm (it wouldn't have gone in either way, he distantly noted - he really needed to get back into playing basketball again) before landing on the boardwalk instead.
"Crap! Sorry," he said immediately, looking appropriately apologetic.
It'd been a few weeks since his move to Siren Cove. Things had been smooth, for the most part. His job at the zoo was exactly as he hoped when he went to apply for it in the first place. His co-workers were friendly and curious about him. The only blip so far seemed the odd stares he got when he mentioned his last name, but -
He tried not to think about it. For as much as he came here specifically because of the mention of it in his mother's journals, he'd yet to start asking questions. Maybe he never would, maybe he would simply be satisfied to be some place where he felt like he belonged. Which he thought he might be able to feel...eventually.
Freed of his obligations of waiting for his stuff to arrive, he was looking at his first weekend where he could make that happen. He'd only taken a brief look around town, but the day was warm and Alex was probably feeling as cooped up as he was. A long walk was in order, and he set out early.
There was no real destination. He mostly was taking in the scenery while his golden retriever trotted cheerfully next to him. As the day turned warmed and the sun was inching toward it's noon position. They'd been walking along the bustling boardwalk at that point, and there were plenty of vendors peddling their food wares. He settled on two chicken kebabs, which was served to him wrapped in foil and on a paper plate. He found a bench to sit on, and found his dog immediately giving him what looked like the most pathetic eyes he could offer.
"You know better to beg," he commented in quiet amusement, not finding it odd at all to talk outloud to his dog. He did put the plate aside on the bench, however, going through his messenger bag to pull out the portable bowl for her water. Filling it up, the dog gave up - for the moment - to quench her thirst instead. He smiled as he sat back, retrieving his own food.
So many passed by as they sat. He ate slowly, content to people watch for a little while. Once Alex was done with her water, she comically flopped down, her head literally resting on top of the collapsible bowl. The sea of unfamiliar faces was something he was almost to used to at that point, and he wondered if that would change now. If this all was the right decision.
He supposed he would see.
Thoughts aside, he thought he'd been sitting about enough. Crumpling up the foil his food had been wrapped in into a ball, he turned toward the garbage can near him and tossed it, aiming to get it inside. Instead, he managed to time it just as someone approached the can themselves. It harmlessly bumped against the person's arm (it wouldn't have gone in either way, he distantly noted - he really needed to get back into playing basketball again) before landing on the boardwalk instead.
"Crap! Sorry," he said immediately, looking appropriately apologetic.
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