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[h1][b]Corona Park[/b][/h1]
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Look at him - so cute, so playful. Now this is why Ash loved dogs. They were so genuine in their actions. So happy with life. [color=f7941d]"You adorable little..."[/color] Ash opened his mouth to speak, as the dog sniffed his hand. He always knew how to handle animals. It brought a smile of pride to his face. As he decided to pet the brown dog, Ash felt a sudden sting in his thigh. [color=f7941d]"Little goblin!"[/color] 

The dog had actually bit him. And as he instinctively trying slightly pushing the dog away, he also thought about not doing anything too rash. After all, he didn't want to agitate the beast anymore than it already was. What did it have against his wonderful sweatpants anyways? Wasn't it a fan of army? Maybe the dog wasn't American? That would explain a lot. [color=f7941d]"Ow!"[/color] After the initial shock had subsided, Ash found out it wasn't too big of a bite anyways. If anything, the dog seemed to be playful in his intentions and Ash was not sure he should scold the dog for that. It was in his nature, nothing wrong with that.

Until he actually saw there was a slight rip in his sweatpants. 

[color=f7941d]"NO WAY IN HELL.... I just bought them recently."[/color] Ash let out a disappointed roar as he fell down to the grass, the dog still fighting with his sweatpants. What a tragic end this will be for Ash Carson, he thought as he put a hand over his eyes, being overly dramatic as usual. But then the attack had subsided and the dog seemed to have left upon hearing the magic word. Toasty? So his name was Toasty. 

[color=f7941d]"Hah, that's hella cute, how can I be mad at-"[/color] he mumbled to his chin as he got back to his knees, suddenly face to face with the boy from before. It indeed seemed to be his dog and was listening to his commands without a fault. Interestingly enough, the boy wasn't looking directly at him. Or maybe he was, there was something to the color of his eyes that confused Ash to a great extent. Intrigued him even. They looked like cake. Ash could go for some cake, the thought ran through his mind as his stomach rumbled in response. 

As he inspected the boy, he noticed the walking stick the boy held in his hand. Some things clicked together, but not the entire picture. If nothing, the boy genuinely seemed apologetic about what had happened. 

[color=f7941d]"I'm... I think my leg might be done for,"[/color] Ash begun speaking, his voice hasty and dramatic, [color=f7941d]"He took out a huge chunk of my thigh, I think I'll need to- UGH!"[/color] He acted out as if he was hurt, but stopped himself before he took the joke too far. Especially seeing the expression on the boy's face. He seemed far far too apologetic.

[color=f7941d]"I'm kidding, man. Don't even sweat it, I approached your dog and he had something against my sweet sweatpants. Ripped them a bit, but that's all. Your dog's not American, by any chance?"[/color] What kind of a start to a conversation was that? He internally facepalmed himself as he beamed a wide grin at the boy. Ash got up to his feet, extending his hand out. [color=f7941d]"Name's Ash, I'm new to Sol. Was taking a... stroll around the park and heard you singing. You have a great voice, my man! Didn't understand the lyrics though, but ay, I'm not good with languages."[/color]