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location: Corona Park (Afternoon)
tag(s): Ash [@LostBrotherGrimm]
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Unbeknownst to the blonde musician, his trusty pupper Toasty was busy chasing after whatever passed his line of sight. He went from a pretty flower, to being distracted by a passerby, to trying to catch his own tail. It was pretty comical seeing the small vested dog try to focus his attention on one thing before ultimately succumbing to the sight of something far more interesting. In the midst of finally grabbing onto his tail, Toasty lost his balance and eventually rolled onto his side. Then his back. He started wriggling in all kinds of directions, rolling to and fro. He was having a great time not having to think about anything, but despite his few minutes of freedom, the pup always made sure to look back at his owner. He looked back at him right before he got distracted by anything else. And while he was doing such, the brown dog's eyes immediately caught sight of another human on his knees, staring right back at him.

Was he trying to hurt Capella? No, maybe he was just exercising or something. But if that was the case...why was he still staring? With the way the man was positioned, it reminded Toasty of how Capella's mom would try to get his attention. Not to mention Capela has been telling him not to chase people off if they got too close. Maybe this could be his time to show Capella how much better he's gotten!

Much like with what happened in the hospital, Toasty trotted over to the kneeling man, tail wagging and tongue hanging out in anticipation. And once he was close enough, the little pupper leaned forward and sniffed the stranger's hand, tilting his head curiously before his eyes landed on said stranger's sweatpants. Without warning, Toasty latching himself onto the slightly damp fabric before sinking his teeth into the stranger's thigh. Of course he had a justifiable reason for doing such, that being his blankets at home just so happened to be the same design and color, but it didn't really help his case when it came to biting a complete stranger.

Meanwhile, Capella continued to play to his heart's content, missing only a few notes here and there because a few text messages caught him off guard. Thankfully his hearing was sharp enough to get back on track despite the hiccups. Professionalism, it was something Capella strongly strives for and was glad that even with his disadvantage he would still have fun and make a career out of what he loves. When he was finished with the song, he let out a quiet sigh to catch his  breath before sliding his headphones off his ears and to his neck.
[color=#9095BB][b]"Maybe I should try a faster song, some thing more compl--"[/b][/color] He immediately straightened at the sound of Toasty's playful growls and could only gasp at what he 'saw'. Since the sun was up and there was plenty of light in the area, Capella was able to make out a blurry figure as well as what he would assume is his dog to his side. He couldn't tell what they were doing, but the humanoid figure did look kind of small...were they crouching or did Toasty attack some little kid?!

Too flustered and embarrassed to think any further, Capella set the guitar down to his other side and grabbed his walking stick before scrambling up to his feet. After a few seconds of cautious shuffling towards the two, Capella opened his mouth.
[color=#9095BB][b]"Toasty!"[/b][/color] The blonde called out, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt the pupper rub up against his leg. At least he stopped doing whatever he was doing. Shaking his head slightly, Capella crouched down so that he was at the same level as the stranger. And although he wasn't staring directly at the man in front of him, his reflective eyes were at it again, giving off the impression that his gaze was multicolored. Green from the grass, steel as its natural color and black from the man's shirt lined up perfectly withing his eyes like an ombre layer cake. [color=#9095BB][b]"I'm so sorry! I should have been paying attention...a-are you okay? Do you need help? Sh-Should I go get someone?"[/b][/color] Capella prayed that this person wouldn't need to go to the hospital or anything like that. His worried look only grew sadder at the thought as he attempted not to pout, but failed miserably in the process.