Pyotr & April | Playing Fetch
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xp_logsPyotr and April do a little bit of puppy training and enjoy the sunny day.
It was a trifle hot out, but Pyotr didn't mind too much. He had a pocket full of treats, a collection of new tennis balls, and in his other hand a leash that was barely constraining his very enthusiastic new puppy Boris. Boris wanted to investigate everything, smell everything, and if Pyotr let him, pee on everything. The dog seemed to have a bladder the size of New York State and he was determined to cover the entire Mansion grounds in it, one stop at a time.
"Boris! Prinesti!" he said as he, in his fleshy form, launched a tennis ball into the distance. Then he unclipped Boris from his leash so the puppy could go tearing after it - or, at least, that was the theory anyway. Instead, Boris looked up at him with his doggy grin and panted at him.
April grinned from underneath her hat, biting her lip to avoid laughing. “Maybe if we do a few rounds of catch he’ll get the idea,” she suggested, running several steps away. “Toss it to me, we’ll see if he gets more interested when it’s a game of keep away.”
She was literally inhumanly agile so … this could be fun. He lobbed a fresh tennis ball at her, then looked down to Boris. "Vy khotite poluchit' myach" he told his puppy, then looked over at April.
“Come and get it, Boris!” she called, catching the ball and waving it at him. “You wanna play?” April wiggled the ball until he came up to sniff it, then tossed it back to Pyotr. “Go get it! You can do it!”
Boris didn't know what he wanted to do with himself so instead he kinda spun in a circle between Pyotr and April. Pyotr caught the lob and then held it to where Boris could get a good sniff at it. Still at a Boris-appropriate height, he lobbed the ball over to April.
The lower height seemed to help, and Boris jumped at the ball as it moved past him. “Good boy!” April enthused, squatting down and holding out a hand with a treat. “Bring it here, Boris,” she called, giving the treat a small wave to catch his attention. The ball got dropped at her feet in favor of the treat, and she ruffled his ears affectionately. “Gonna throw it back, go get it!” The ball flew low towards Pyotr, and Boris bounded behind it with an excited bark.
Pyotr caught it but at least Boris had obtained a Clue, in his little doggy way, and was excitedly barking up a storm and chasing the ball - and hoovering up treats - as the ball passed between Pyotr and April. So after feeding Boris a treat, he lobbed the ball - which Boris managed to catch. "Pozdravlyayu tebya!" he told Boris and fed him an extra treat for being a good boy.
“Softie,” April teased as Boris flopped down and rolled over. “Who’s a little cutie,” she cooed, moving closer and sitting on the grass next to the puppy so she could give him a belly rub. “You got all the treats you want for now so you’re done trying to chase the ball?” She tilted her head, smiling up at Pyotr. “C’mon, you might as well join us down here until he decides he wants to move around again.”
Pyotr squatted down next to April and Boris, giving the latter a vigorous scritch on the head. “He’s a good boy.” he said agreeably as he watched his dog writhe in pleasure.
April reached out, giving Pyotr’s arm a firm tug and letting out a peal of laughter as he ended up sprawled on the grass next to her and Boris. “The grass is comfy, the sun is warm, and I think Boris decided he needed a post-treat nap,” she explained once her laughter was under control.
She’d brought a bag with them, more treats for Boris and water for all three of them, and she’d grabbed one of her own mostly empty sketchbooks and some pencils just in case. “Art break?” The question was timed with holding the sketchbook in question out to her roommate.
He laughed as she pulled him off his feet. She had quite a bit of muscle that she rarely chose to express and when she did, it was delightful to him. Once he got himself together, he decided to forget about grass stains and whatnot to just enjoy the moment. "Art break." he said agreeably, reaching for the sketchbook with one hand and a water bottle with the other.
Her face still held a wide smile as she slid on a pair of sunglasses and flopped backwards between the two on the grass, a hand reaching out to scritch behind the puppy’s ears. “Next we teach him that shoes aren’t toys, right?” she said wryly, head tilted in Pyotr’s direction as she watched him start to sketch.
He snagged a pencil from April and started to sketch. He was doing a quick sketch of Boris wearing a ushanka and having a spider on top of his hat, directing him to chase tennis balls.
April’s voice was drowsy as she let the sun’s warmth fill her body. “Whatcha sketching, Petey?” She looked at him over her sunglasses briefly before turning her attention back to Boris. “More funny spider pics, or maybe our cute lil man over here?”
"Column A, column B?" he said with a lazy smile as he put some embellishment on the spider - namely, sunglasses over its two primary eyes. Hardly his best work but it was intended to be a funny quick sketch, not an immortal masterpiece.
April let out a hummed laugh of approval that turned into a grimace when Boris decided it was time for face kisses. “Nope, nope, down boy, I do not want puppy slobber on my sunglasses,” she said somewhat sternly as she sat up. “Go smooch on Papa.”
Pyotr wrinkled his nose - his tolerance for puppy-kisses was … limited. "Good boy." he told Boris absently as he continued to put the finishing marks on his sketch. To avoid the facial slobber, he balanced the sketchbook on his lap, sketched with one hand, and petted the puppy with the other.
“That hand’s gonna have enough slobber to need a bowl,” April teased.
"Better the hand than my face." he pointed out sensibly, and contemplated adding some doggie drool to his spider. Then he decided against it and handed the sketchbook back to April - so he could free up his hands for Puppy Petting. Very important to a young dog's development, or so he'd always thought.
April leaned against his knees as she looked at the sketch, free hand moving through Boris’ curly coat. The sunglasses matched hers almost perfectly, and the overall image had her smiling fondly. “This is going up in the living room,” she remarked, carefully closing the cover and sliding it back into the bag. I’ve got his rope toy too, if you want to do a little tug-of-war before we go back inside?"
"We could do that, but wouldn't be a little undignified? I mean, with you with the rope in your mouth playing tug-of-war…" he said with a smile.
A pointy elbow dug into the meat of his outer thigh. “First off, gross, second, my teeth aren’t THAT strong,” she huffed out, nose scrunched in distaste. “I thought we’d grip the other end with our hands like regular humans, but if you or Colossus want manky dog toys in your mouth I’m not gonna… ok actually, I’m definitely gonna judge you.”
"You're the one who wanted to play with the toy like a dog!" he said with a laugh. "We'll just assume we'll use our hands like normal people. Well, as close to normal as we get." he said, returning her pointy elbow with a gentle one of his own.
“You’re the one that suggested it! I just suggested we play, I had no intention to put the rope toy in my mouth.” April dug the toy out, wiggling it in front of Boris.
His ears perked up, eyes tracking the toy as she flung it across the grass, turning and bounding after it eagerly until he was close enough to pounce. He worried the toy for a few minutes, tiny growls interspersed with barks until he came trotting back triumphant with his prize.
"Behold the mighty hunter." he said with amusement as he grabbed the free end of the rope and wrestled a little bit with his puppy. "Someone's feeling feisty," he noted with amusement.
“You or the puppy?”
He just smiled in response to her question.
It was a trifle hot out, but Pyotr didn't mind too much. He had a pocket full of treats, a collection of new tennis balls, and in his other hand a leash that was barely constraining his very enthusiastic new puppy Boris. Boris wanted to investigate everything, smell everything, and if Pyotr let him, pee on everything. The dog seemed to have a bladder the size of New York State and he was determined to cover the entire Mansion grounds in it, one stop at a time.
"Boris! Prinesti!" he said as he, in his fleshy form, launched a tennis ball into the distance. Then he unclipped Boris from his leash so the puppy could go tearing after it - or, at least, that was the theory anyway. Instead, Boris looked up at him with his doggy grin and panted at him.
April grinned from underneath her hat, biting her lip to avoid laughing. “Maybe if we do a few rounds of catch he’ll get the idea,” she suggested, running several steps away. “Toss it to me, we’ll see if he gets more interested when it’s a game of keep away.”
She was literally inhumanly agile so … this could be fun. He lobbed a fresh tennis ball at her, then looked down to Boris. "Vy khotite poluchit' myach" he told his puppy, then looked over at April.
“Come and get it, Boris!” she called, catching the ball and waving it at him. “You wanna play?” April wiggled the ball until he came up to sniff it, then tossed it back to Pyotr. “Go get it! You can do it!”
Boris didn't know what he wanted to do with himself so instead he kinda spun in a circle between Pyotr and April. Pyotr caught the lob and then held it to where Boris could get a good sniff at it. Still at a Boris-appropriate height, he lobbed the ball over to April.
The lower height seemed to help, and Boris jumped at the ball as it moved past him. “Good boy!” April enthused, squatting down and holding out a hand with a treat. “Bring it here, Boris,” she called, giving the treat a small wave to catch his attention. The ball got dropped at her feet in favor of the treat, and she ruffled his ears affectionately. “Gonna throw it back, go get it!” The ball flew low towards Pyotr, and Boris bounded behind it with an excited bark.
Pyotr caught it but at least Boris had obtained a Clue, in his little doggy way, and was excitedly barking up a storm and chasing the ball - and hoovering up treats - as the ball passed between Pyotr and April. So after feeding Boris a treat, he lobbed the ball - which Boris managed to catch. "Pozdravlyayu tebya!" he told Boris and fed him an extra treat for being a good boy.
“Softie,” April teased as Boris flopped down and rolled over. “Who’s a little cutie,” she cooed, moving closer and sitting on the grass next to the puppy so she could give him a belly rub. “You got all the treats you want for now so you’re done trying to chase the ball?” She tilted her head, smiling up at Pyotr. “C’mon, you might as well join us down here until he decides he wants to move around again.”
Pyotr squatted down next to April and Boris, giving the latter a vigorous scritch on the head. “He’s a good boy.” he said agreeably as he watched his dog writhe in pleasure.
April reached out, giving Pyotr’s arm a firm tug and letting out a peal of laughter as he ended up sprawled on the grass next to her and Boris. “The grass is comfy, the sun is warm, and I think Boris decided he needed a post-treat nap,” she explained once her laughter was under control.
She’d brought a bag with them, more treats for Boris and water for all three of them, and she’d grabbed one of her own mostly empty sketchbooks and some pencils just in case. “Art break?” The question was timed with holding the sketchbook in question out to her roommate.
He laughed as she pulled him off his feet. She had quite a bit of muscle that she rarely chose to express and when she did, it was delightful to him. Once he got himself together, he decided to forget about grass stains and whatnot to just enjoy the moment. "Art break." he said agreeably, reaching for the sketchbook with one hand and a water bottle with the other.
Her face still held a wide smile as she slid on a pair of sunglasses and flopped backwards between the two on the grass, a hand reaching out to scritch behind the puppy’s ears. “Next we teach him that shoes aren’t toys, right?” she said wryly, head tilted in Pyotr’s direction as she watched him start to sketch.
He snagged a pencil from April and started to sketch. He was doing a quick sketch of Boris wearing a ushanka and having a spider on top of his hat, directing him to chase tennis balls.
April’s voice was drowsy as she let the sun’s warmth fill her body. “Whatcha sketching, Petey?” She looked at him over her sunglasses briefly before turning her attention back to Boris. “More funny spider pics, or maybe our cute lil man over here?”
"Column A, column B?" he said with a lazy smile as he put some embellishment on the spider - namely, sunglasses over its two primary eyes. Hardly his best work but it was intended to be a funny quick sketch, not an immortal masterpiece.
April let out a hummed laugh of approval that turned into a grimace when Boris decided it was time for face kisses. “Nope, nope, down boy, I do not want puppy slobber on my sunglasses,” she said somewhat sternly as she sat up. “Go smooch on Papa.”
Pyotr wrinkled his nose - his tolerance for puppy-kisses was … limited. "Good boy." he told Boris absently as he continued to put the finishing marks on his sketch. To avoid the facial slobber, he balanced the sketchbook on his lap, sketched with one hand, and petted the puppy with the other.
“That hand’s gonna have enough slobber to need a bowl,” April teased.
"Better the hand than my face." he pointed out sensibly, and contemplated adding some doggie drool to his spider. Then he decided against it and handed the sketchbook back to April - so he could free up his hands for Puppy Petting. Very important to a young dog's development, or so he'd always thought.
April leaned against his knees as she looked at the sketch, free hand moving through Boris’ curly coat. The sunglasses matched hers almost perfectly, and the overall image had her smiling fondly. “This is going up in the living room,” she remarked, carefully closing the cover and sliding it back into the bag. I’ve got his rope toy too, if you want to do a little tug-of-war before we go back inside?"
"We could do that, but wouldn't be a little undignified? I mean, with you with the rope in your mouth playing tug-of-war…" he said with a smile.
A pointy elbow dug into the meat of his outer thigh. “First off, gross, second, my teeth aren’t THAT strong,” she huffed out, nose scrunched in distaste. “I thought we’d grip the other end with our hands like regular humans, but if you or Colossus want manky dog toys in your mouth I’m not gonna… ok actually, I’m definitely gonna judge you.”
"You're the one who wanted to play with the toy like a dog!" he said with a laugh. "We'll just assume we'll use our hands like normal people. Well, as close to normal as we get." he said, returning her pointy elbow with a gentle one of his own.
“You’re the one that suggested it! I just suggested we play, I had no intention to put the rope toy in my mouth.” April dug the toy out, wiggling it in front of Boris.
His ears perked up, eyes tracking the toy as she flung it across the grass, turning and bounding after it eagerly until he was close enough to pounce. He worried the toy for a few minutes, tiny growls interspersed with barks until he came trotting back triumphant with his prize.
"Behold the mighty hunter." he said with amusement as he grabbed the free end of the rope and wrestled a little bit with his puppy. "Someone's feeling feisty," he noted with amusement.
“You or the puppy?”
He just smiled in response to her question.
