Video || Warmth That Spreads 🐾

[fractales]

Type: Video
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: Public
Subject: Puppies
Warnings: TBA

Good day, everyone.

[An easily polite opening, Turo carrying the phone in hand, just getting a shot of his head and shoulder—]

My apologies for being on low contact for a while, even thought some of you could still easily find me at Cosmo Conservatory animal sanctuary. There was a... much needed break taken, one could say. Not that it was completely filled with rest.

[—some could likely recognize Dojima sitting on the floor within view, Mariposa walking up beside the man and setting one of the wiggly, squeaky-noise making puppies right into the man's hands. More than one in view as while Dojima was playing with them, well.

In a short amount of time the detective was simply on his back and at the 'mercy' of Xolos puppies just starting to get their paws under them. Iron Valiant carrying a few clean blankets simply stepping over/around it all easily.

Turo focusing the camera on himself, a very sleepy Xolos puppy cradled against his chest -a few white spots on otherwise black fuzz- with a loose lavender 'ribbon' around its neck. Could possibly count 8 puppies in total.]

Mariposa made sure of that. Once they are a little older, and house trained, these little ones going off to a less crowded home may do them well; and do not worry if you do consider it, this breed does do well around other animals.

Do feel free to stop by and visit in person, or simply ask over this.

[Despite that Things Keep Happening™ there, at least this had been a brighter spot.]

Comments

[withermarked]

Seems like she's got a lot, at least.

[Faulkner reaches to give her a small scratch, before holding out a hand to let some of the puppies sniff at it. He figures that's probably better than just trying to pick them up.]

Hey, there...

[fractales]

Especially here, which honestly just means the puppies will be very used to others around.

[Mariposa leaned into the scratch before letting her head down to yawn with a small stretch. The warmth still present and calming, content to watch.

There of course were those little puppy squeaks, eyes barely open and- well. Warm little breaths from puppies as a few did wiggle closer.]

They are full of energy.

[withermarked]

Well, that's a good sign, right?

[He was assuming it was a good sign. After a moment he picked up one of the pups that wiggled closer. He seemed a little uncertain how to hold it, but he was being careful at least.]

[fractales]

It is indeed, even if it means they wiggle more here or there- and are determined to be waddling around sooner than later.

[A step up of mobility from wiggling. Really, they were so very warm and the short fur on them felt like velvet. Some were black all over like their mother, a few had white portions here and there, and a couple were more white in color.

Even as Faulkner picked one up, it wiggled; but not in a way that meant it wanted down. Puppy sniffing.]

[withermarked]

How long will that take?

[He's really never been around dogs enough to guess.

The one he picked up happened to be a mix of colours. He chuckled a little as it sniffed at him, before eventually resting it against his chest and cradling it there with a hand. So warm!]

[fractales]

Honestly? I would not be surprised if it were in a few days once they are sure on their paws. It takes them only weeks from what I have learned.

[It had been a few weeks already given it was near the end of- the month before last? Around there that Mariposa had them, while Turo and Dojima were remaining low after his breaking out of prison; had heard about the false island and everything-

More reason the puppies had been a very welcome distraction.

The puppy seemed rather content to just curl closer, even with little wiggles and sniffing where it had been settled. A soft, soothing little presence with that wamrth.]

[withermarked]

[And he had no idea if that was normal, so he just nodded.

He wasn't sure he knew Turo well enough that he should really pry about how the man had been doing with everything—instead he's generally just been hanging around the conservatory doing his best to help with things wherever he could.

And for a few moments he seemed equally content to just hold the puppy. He hadn't exactly had much touch for... a while before getting here, let alone soft animals.]

How long do they need to stay here for?

[fractales]

[Whenever a Xolos seemed happy, even just content, they gave off a warm and soothing sort of aura naturally; the puppies had the same and the moment the puppy settled it's content could be felt.

Turo was sitting beside the bed, just to observe the pups given he had the free time.]

At least eight weeks, and it has been- around five, at most? That is how long it takes for one to be weened, at least. It is also why their eyes are open, why I would not be surprised if they started walking better any day now as well.

[withermarked]

[A part of him found that strange... and a part of him wondered if it would feel similar to hold any baby puppy this cute.]

Well, it'll be nice having them around here for now.

[fractales]

Indeed, and any that may not be taken in by someone else will at least still have a home.

[Some had other animals that likely wouldn't welcome another, no matter how well these would do around others.]

[withermarked]

That's good.

[But it reminded him of something else he was tempted to ask about.]

Is it true that... no one's wanted to adopt Angel?

[And Turo might or might not have already picked up on that being what Faulkner had nicknamed the Cerberus pup. It was probably a more confusing question if he hadn't.]

[fractales]

[Turo hummed, the sound soft.

Ah yes-]

It is true, and rather unfortunate that the pup had not been adopted in the first place. Those with cats -like Dapplewhisker- were told they could not given the nature of the Cerberus pups, and that they would grow wild once old enough. A reason Sherlock has his own living here while still caring for Basker. [His head tipped a little towards Mariposa.]

The Xolos pack help keep an eye on them, even though preparations have been made so that Angel could be adopted if someone wanted.

[withermarked]

All right... just seems kind of sad if no one has.

[A little pause. He sort of absently pets the puppy he's still holding.]

But he'll—he'll definitely go wild in the long run?

[fractales]

You are very correct, it is sad.

[All the more reason that Cosmo had taken the poor thing in; no matter the future it should have been allowed to get there happily. Still should, despite what it had gotten to through sorrow.]

Indeed; though chances are high he will remain here if the Xolos have their way when it is time. They are able to help calm creatures, and is likely why they took to the rescued guard dogs and took them in. [A hand running along the back of a pup that had taken a few wiggly-wobbly steps near his thigh.] Should still get to be happy, after all; no matter what the pup has done, it was rescued and turned to what you have met.

[withermarked]

[He blinks and looks back up from the puppy.]

What all did he do..? Sounded like he was upset after the others got homes? Or somethin' like that?

[But Faulkner didn't get all the details, nor was he actually in the best state to absorb them when this actually came up in conversation.]

[fractales]

The pup grew enraged in it's sorrow of being the only one not taken, and ended up going wild to a degree; killing whatever animals he ran into.

[Mostly wild animals, but also that of farms.]

Those who went after him were able to calm the pup, and brought him here where he would be looked after and safe- and as I said, arrangements to make adopting him easier, if anyone had the want.

[withermarked]

Oh.

[And all he says is 'oh,' but it's probably clear he feels some kind of way about that. It's not like he can judge; the line between loneliness and homicidal tendencies is both fine and easily crossed, in his experience.]

What kind of arrangements? I mean—what would adopting him entail if he's still going to go wild again...?

[fractales]

[Oh was certainly one of many reactions to have, Turo nodding a little before speaking again.]

Simple paperwork to show that he does have someone who claims him, while still being able to keep him here if wanted. Even if there is a future of going wild, there having been someone who would still love and care for his wellbeing- well, that can matter a lot. Can it not?

[withermarked]

[And a part of him hates the idea of getting attached to something that will stop caring about him, but then, doesn't he have plenty of experience? Yes, he does. He's perfectly accustomed.

Besides, change and loss are part of growth. He can't begrudge something that. And doesn't everything deserve a family it has the chance to outgrow?

None of this is what he blurts out.]

...Where do I sign?

[fractales]

Ah- if you are serious in the offer, I do have a copy of the necessary paperwork in my desk just there. Top drawer on the left.

[Simple really; acknowledgement of what may happen, but also the willingness to care for the dog however long is had. No fine print, just straight forward as anything]

[withermarked]

I am.

[And he almost leaves it at that, but then he looks a little sheepish.]

I wouldn't... presume to say I'm the best choice. I never had pets growin' up and I don't have anywhere else for him to live. But someone should.

[Of course, he wouldn't have jumped into the idea nearly so fast without that last bit of backstory. But he understands loneliness, and sorrow, and rage. He understands that to be loved may be ideal but to be feared feels infinitely less helpless than to be ignored.

...But he continues to say none of this out loud because he does, at least, sometimes realise when he'd sound unhinged.

What he does instead is set the puppy carefully back down with its siblings, so he can find and look over the paperwork.]

[fractales]

Someone should, and you have already been spending some time with him. I believe someone familiar would be best- and you both can spend time here after all.

Plenty of room.

[Sometimes things simply fell into place; Turo wouldn't exactly call it fated, but more that there was sometimes just a coincidental attraction that simply was.

It would be easy to find the paperwork, and to of course grab one of the pens from on top of the desk as well. Turo kept it well organized to better find anything at a glance for good reason; it wasn't always him grabbing something from it.]

[withermarked]

True enough—and I wouldn't necessarily want to make him get used to somewhere new.

[At least, not unless it was actually comparably nice to the kind of space he has here.

Faulkner grabs a pen, and there's an odd little moment of hesitation before he ends up signing Richard Faulkner in beautiful cursive. Faulkner isn't actually a surname, but Richie feels more like someone who would own a dog than high prophet Faulkner does. On the other hand, giving his older surname would simply be confusing at this stage.]

[fractales]

Indeed- but you may very well see a light in his eyes when you tell him he has someone now.

[Animals knew, even if they weren't exactly as sapient as pokémon seemed to be. Hardly mattered as it was clear they still had thoughts and feelings, clear as day.]

[withermarked]

Do you think he'll understand me?

[A little pause.]

Maybe someone he can ought to tell him. Wonder if Chris'd be annoyed if I asked 'em...

[That last part is half to himself. It seems like a sort of silly thing to bother them about, but then again they're around the Conservatory a lot anyway.

Wait, the whole 'talks to animals' power wasn't a secret or anything, right? He hopes not.]