After introducing myself to the many Dalmatians in the family, Delilah led me into the living room, which had a blue couch decorated with hot pink and purple pillows. Above the couch, there were numerous framed pictures of the members of the family, there were so many, they almost filled up the wall.
As we walked in however, I couldn't help but notice the huge amount of dog toys all strewn across the floor, ranging from chew toys, to squeaky toys, and everything else in between. I made sure not to accidentally step on them, since Delilah told me that it would trigger a Dalmatian tsunami, I laughed a little bit at that over-exaggeration.
Delilah then carefully sat me down on the couch, examining all the bruises and other injuries I has sustained from my fight not that long ago, especially my hand, which was still covered in cuts from holding that glass shard. She also had a first aid kit with her which she carried in her mouth, before she put it on the floor next to her.
"Hmm... these bruises look really bad." Delilah said thoughtfully, before getting closer. "Tell me, Lukas, does this hurt?"
She then proceeded to lightly touch my arm, I winced a little. "Ow, yeah. A little bit." I replied.
"I see." Delilah pondered.
With the help of her first aid kit, Delilah went through all the medical procedures, cleaning my wounds and applying bandages where necessary. She was gentle and careful, and I couldn't help but relax under her touch. It had been a long time since I had felt this safe and cared for.
Once she was finished, she looked at me with a kind smile. "Is that better, Lukas?"
"Yeah." I replied, feeling grateful. "Thanks Delilah, you have no idea how badly I needed this."
Delilah's smile only grew wider. Just then, Dylan entered the living room and approached Delilah, who was also his mom.
"Mom, Diesel's on another digging rampage." Dylan said casually, as if whatever he had just said was a common occurrence.
"Ugh, not again." Delilah sighed, before making her way out of the living room. "I thought I told him to keep the digging at a reasonable amount."
After Delilah left, it was quiet. I looked over at Dylan, and he looked back. For a moment, we were just staring at each other, not saying a word, as if we were both unsure what to say to each other. Eventually, I broke the silence and decided to strike up a conversation with him.
"So, your Dylan, right?" I asked him.
"Yep, that's me." Dylan replied.
"Well, nice to meet you, Dylan." I said as I held out my hand, before I immediately realized my mistake seeing as Dylan had no hands whatsoever.
But Dylan didn't seem to mind as he brought a foreleg up and began shaking my hand with his paw. "Nice to meet you too, Lukas."
"So... what do you like to do?" I asked randomly, trying to keep the conversation flowing.
"Well, don't find me weird for saying this, but... I like doing chores." Dylan replied, a bit hesitant.
"Hey, that's good." I said, earning a surprised look from Dylan.
"You're... not gonna judge me?" Dylan asked confused.
"Of course not, it's your life, Dylan, you do whatever you want." I assured him.
Dylan still had a look of surprise on his face, clearly expecting me to criticize him based on what he does for a living.
"Wow." He said in awe. "You know, Lukas, you might not be so bad after all."
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An Unexpected New Life
FanfictionLife has been pretty hard for eighteen-year old Lukas Hart. Ever since his parents tragically lost their lives in a car accident, he's been living on the streets of Camden Town, London for about as long as he can remember, constantly begging to be t...
