Sometimes when Russel took his dog out for walks, he used it as an excuse to do a bit of exploring. Such was the case today, as he wandered through an unfamiliar part of the city with Tchaikovsky leading the way.
He was bundled up in a white pea coat with a green scarf, and instead of earmuffs he wore his headphones. Proper headphones--and green, of course. The cold was just a good excuse; he wore those almost everywhere, and they were distinct enough that if you'd seen them once, you'd probably recognize them a second time. They'd certainly been included in any video replies he'd given on the network.
Currently, he had a classical playlist running, a nice low-key level of background noise that didn't distract too much from his surroundings. That is, until the playlist keyed up part of Stravinsky's Firebird Suite.
He'd listened to it before, of course, but those familiar notes suddenly felt so much more familiar than they ever had before. His step faltered and he slowed to a stop, his mind and heart both worlds away. Appearance of the Firebird was no longer just a song. He could feel it, Prince Ivan's wonder and fear at seeing the majestic Firebird, and then his frantic chase to catch it. It struck a chord with him, something deep inside his heart that brought forth a powerful sense of...of something. Longing. Or homesickness. Or...or nostalgia...
And then, with a loud bark, Tchaikovsky tore the leash out of his hand and bounded off after whatever point of interest had caught her attention. Russel snapped out of it. "Tchai!" He gave chase, pulling the headphones off so the music wouldn't distract him again, leaving them hung around his neck.
The dog bounded onto the shrine grounds, hot in pursuit of a panicked squirrel. The squirrel raced up the nearest tree, leaving Tchaikovsky standing below, with her front paws braced against the trunk, barking up at the branches.
Russel was not far behind. He caught up and snatched up the dog's leash, yanking her away from the tree. "You dumb dog!" he muttered, though not with any real sense of vitriol. "Don't run off like that, what if you got hurt? Or--" He stopped.
This...looked like a shrine out of an anime...
Maybe he could just sneak away and nobody would ever know--but then he saw Reimu sitting there. "Ahaha--" He nervously edged back onto the path, tugging the dog with him. "S--sorry! My dog is--um...y--you know how it is! With dogs. Ha ha...!"
OH GOD THIS WAS A DISASTER ALREADY AND HE'D ONLY BEEN HERE FOR THIRTY SECONDS.
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He was bundled up in a white pea coat with a green scarf, and instead of earmuffs he wore his headphones. Proper headphones--and green, of course. The cold was just a good excuse; he wore those almost everywhere, and they were distinct enough that if you'd seen them once, you'd probably recognize them a second time. They'd certainly been included in any video replies he'd given on the network.
Currently, he had a classical playlist running, a nice low-key level of background noise that didn't distract too much from his surroundings. That is, until the playlist keyed up part of Stravinsky's Firebird Suite.
He'd listened to it before, of course, but those familiar notes suddenly felt so much more familiar than they ever had before. His step faltered and he slowed to a stop, his mind and heart both worlds away. Appearance of the Firebird was no longer just a song. He could feel it, Prince Ivan's wonder and fear at seeing the majestic Firebird, and then his frantic chase to catch it. It struck a chord with him, something deep inside his heart that brought forth a powerful sense of...of something. Longing. Or homesickness. Or...or nostalgia...
And then, with a loud bark, Tchaikovsky tore the leash out of his hand and bounded off after whatever point of interest had caught her attention. Russel snapped out of it. "Tchai!" He gave chase, pulling the headphones off so the music wouldn't distract him again, leaving them hung around his neck.
The dog bounded onto the shrine grounds, hot in pursuit of a panicked squirrel. The squirrel raced up the nearest tree, leaving Tchaikovsky standing below, with her front paws braced against the trunk, barking up at the branches.
Russel was not far behind. He caught up and snatched up the dog's leash, yanking her away from the tree. "You dumb dog!" he muttered, though not with any real sense of vitriol. "Don't run off like that, what if you got hurt? Or--" He stopped.
This...looked like a shrine out of an anime...
Maybe he could just sneak away and nobody would ever know--but then he saw Reimu sitting there. "Ahaha--" He nervously edged back onto the path, tugging the dog with him. "S--sorry! My dog is--um...y--you know how it is! With dogs. Ha ha...!"
OH GOD THIS WAS A DISASTER ALREADY AND HE'D ONLY BEEN HERE FOR THIRTY SECONDS.