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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 2:30 pm
"I'm fine." His voice was curt, lips pressing together in a line when he let his green eyes meet near matching ones. Almost immediately he felt bad and he sighed. "I'm okay, Danny." He tried again, softer this time and with a half-hearted smile. While the attacks were always lurking, he was better at handling them than that day at the cafe.
He wasn't going to fall to pieces before his friend again if he could help it.
Posing for the pictures was mildly uncomfortable, but petting Gatsby kept him calm and he felt reassured by the canine's presence. When Danny came over, he took the camera back gratefully, slinging the strap around his neck and letting it's weight rest against his chest. "I'm going to get one of the volunteers," he announced, slowly rising to his feet.
He had started halfway before looking back at the pair, Gatsby whining now that he wasn't so close. The action was automatic, lifting the camera and adjusting the perspective on the lens when he snapped the picture. Something in his heart twisted and he swallowed, shoving the unfamiliar feeling way. "Danny...no adopting, we had a deal."
Even if the two looked good together.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 3:21 am
“Right. Yeah.” The door was opened and the overly cheerful volunteer returned. Her presence aided in snapping Danny’s attention back to the present, though his smile wasn't nearly as cheerful as it was when he was snapping pictures of the dog. “Done with Mr. Gatsby, then?” Heads nodded, the girl moving forward to take the collar from the blonde visitor. She snapped the leash on to the clip, Danny’s hand reluctantly removing itself from off of Gatsby. “I'll bring you the next one on the list, then!” Two pairs of green eyes were left to watch the young woman struggle to control the Shepard mix and lead him back towards the door. The dog’s whines had turned into mournful cries as the poor volunteer was practically forced to drag the dog out of the room. It was pitiful - Danny couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart for the creature, who clearly just wanted to be with the brunette he'd suddenly bonded with. Feeling the need to state the obvious, he glanced over towards the taller boy. “He seems rather attached to you, Tris.” Lips pursed as he exhaled slowly. This “no adopt” rule was harder than he thought it would be. “Wonder what that's about. Maybe you're a dog whisperer.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 7:48 am
Watching Danny's expression had Tristan frowning as he let his camera thump against his chest when he stepped into the man's space. "He'll get adopted Danny," he tried to reassure his friend, coming to rest his hand on the man's shoulder and squeezing. "It's not - we came here to help them get adopted, not to adopt them ourselves."
It was harder for him to say than he expected, still hearing the dog's whine through the walls but Tris had made a promise and he was striving to uphold it.
"Dunno," he mumbled, gaze falling wayward and his hand dropping from it's shoulder perch. His entire body seemed to sway for a moment before he snapped out of his stupor and shook his head. "The others aren't as high energy, so they'll be easier than Gatsby." He chose not comment on Danny's words because if he overthought it too much he knew he'd spiral into an attack and he had resolved to never, ever, let Danny or some one else see him in that state again.
Not after the incident with Bifrost.
"Are you ready for the next one?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 9:58 am
He nodded his head, the volunteer soon showing up with a shaggy haired black and white beast that seemed relatively more calm-tempered than her previous charge. Despite the lack of leaping and jumping, the canine still seemed fairly pleased to see someone outside of the shelter's staffing, cold nose rubbing against Danny's arm as the blonde stooped down to pet his new furry friend. "His name is Garp," the volunteer offered as she unsnapped the leash, soon leaving the duo alone with the second dog of the morning. Danny wasted no time in showing Garp the affection the dog sorely desired. Head scratches, ears rubs, he received them all before the young man realized that he should probably calm his affections down, lest his hands be in the way of all of the shots. "Sorry," he laughed softly as his hands retreated to the opposite side of where Tris and his camera lingered. Fingers smoothed out the fluffy beast's fur and he angled himself to where he felt he'd avoid being a focal point in the images. "Hopefully you can crop me out of most of these, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 11:43 am
With a new dog on the scene it was easier to distract him from the shepard mix who he thought he might still hear whining. Guilt churned in his stomach and he debated it if was appropriate to ask Fiona if he was allowed to bring home a dog.
Almost immediately, the thought was pushed aside. No, she had done enough for him.
Taking pictures was easier to focus on and he didn't respond to much of Danny's commentary as he knelt and focused on capturing the happy face of the furry companion and then a few sly pictures of the blonde enjoying himself.
"Don't worry Danny, you look great," he assured, lowering the camera low enough to flash the man a smile before setting out to work. When he was finished, the volunteer brought by two more dogs and then, finally, it was just himself and Danny left in the room.
"I guess that's it for the day."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 7:38 pm
Nodding his head, hands automatically flew down to brush against the front of his jeans. He'd have to find a sink outside to wash up in - who knows how many dogs he was smelling like now, from hugging and playing with the collection that Tris had managed to capture in their photo shoot. "Sounds good. What's next for the photos?" He opened the door for the other boy before closing it behind them both. As they made their way down the hall, he tried not to let the heavy feeling in his heart sink... well, not for now, at least. With every additional minute that they spent inside the shelter, the more and more Danny was becoming convinced that he knew what he needed to do. Something that would require a second trip, one without his friend and one that would require a visit to the local pet store first. Ah, well, he'd let his brain stew on that thought for a while longer, at least. Finding a sink near the entrance, he was quick to soap up his hands and rinse them of all remaining dog germs. Who'd have thought it would feel so rewarding doing something as simple as playing with a few dogs? "So did you take them digitally this time? Or the old fashioned way, with the film and stuff?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 11:12 am
Tristan was flicking through the captured images as they walked, barely paying attention to the man at his side as they made their way out of the building, pausing only when Danny did. The brunette looked up then, flashing a grin when he lifted the camera. "Digital this time." It had made the most sense for the project. Film work was for personal pieces, that Tristan liked spending time developing and exploring the different kinds of exposure.
The developing room calmed him, even if the chemical smell was arguably dangerous for him.
"I'll need to upload the memory card on to my computer back home, go through and get rid of the unusable ones. Touch up the lighting to make sure the dogs stand out. Standard stuff." He wasn't going to mention that it probably took him hours longer than necessary because he liked taking pride in his work.
"I save the film for personal projects." Like the series of Charlie working on her jewelry, or the sights that he remembered from his days as a soldier-slave because those were the only memories he could cling to.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:23 pm
"Ah, I see. Sounds pretty complicated." He nodded his head and then drifted off, eyes turning as he glanced through the clear glass at all of the cat rooms, where kittens of all ages were either sleeping peacefully or batting at one another. Cats were nice, but not his cup of tea. He wanted something more faithful in a companion - one that was excited to see him, one that enjoyed spending time with him. No, dogs were the more appropriate choice for Daniel McKay. Maybe then something will actually want to hang out with you, Danny boy?"I'm excited to see how they'll look on the website. Hopefully they'll help some of the pups find some good homes." Hands fell into his pockets as he made his way towards the front door. He turned to greet and thank the staff members lingering at the front desk, continuing his trek until the glass door was finally in sight. "I can take you home now, if you want to get started on them?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 1:21 pm
"Oh, it's not too bad?" Tris glanced over, green eyes studying the profile of his friend while he worried his lip. "I can show you sometime, if you want? It might be boring but uh, we can get a drink and hang out at a cafe while I work on stuff?" It didn't sound like an ideal hangout, but it was something they could kinda do together and Tris knew that Fiona worried about how much of a recluse he was.
"I hope so, older dogs always end up sitting for longer and it's not fair y'know?" He tossed a glance over his shoulder before wrinkling his nose. He understood the appeal of puppies but most people weren't equipped to handle them and the older dogs...they needed good homes or second chances.
Thoughts of Gatsby flashed through his mind and he physically shook his head to rid himself of them.
"Oh, yeah, if that's what you want to do." There was still plenty of the day left, but Tris wasn't going to press for more time, especially when Danny had been kind enough to assist him in the first place. "Thanks for coming, by the way. It's easier when I've got someone I know."
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2017 5:58 pm
"Sure - I think I'd enjoy that." He smiled back at his companion, genuinely enjoying the idea of an afternoon out, simply relaxing and enjoying the other's company. Tris appeared enamored with his trade of choice so the opportunity to see him in action seemed like a wonderful way to spend a couple hours - the fact the brunette thought highly enough of Danny to include him was an honor in itself. "Just let me know when works best for you and I can make arrangements." Opening the door for his companion, Danny kept by the older boy's side as they made their way back to his old, faithful Honda. Normally a chatterer, the blonde was unusually quiet as he felt himself grow lost in thought. At least one matter pressed on his mind and he knew until he took care of that particular problem, he'd be a wet blanket when it came to keeping his company... well, company. "No problemo." He answered absentmindedly, pulling out his keys to hit the worn unlock button on the remote. "If if there's anything else that I can do, I'm your guy Friday." Eyes glanced over the roof of the car towards the other man, a small smile playing on his lips as he opened the driver's side door. Hopefully Tris would find it in his heart to forgive him, with minimal sighing involved. Hopefully.
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