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Connor had been awake for at least four hours before his phone repeatedly dinged and buzzed from where it sat on his kitchen counter. Getting up from his spot on the couch in his living room, he stretched and strode to the kitchen, snatching it up to read with a blank expression, though confusion quickly flickered through his gaze.



What kind of emergency required him to be called in to the bar two hours before they even opened? He couldn't fathom, but he also didn't have anything else going on that morning, and his curiousity was winning out over his hesitation.

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Roughly twenty minutes later, Connor arrived, and tapped on the entrance with a sharp rap of knuckles, while simultaneously sending out another message.

Ah. Ok, then.

Stepping back away from the door, Connor made his way around the building towards where Borr's voice bellowed. Around the corner, the large man was spotted in an instant, even though he was squatted down, he still took up a lot of space.

Still confused as to what the emergency was, Connor approached, but then slowed to a halt when the large man turned towards him.

Was he...crying? And what the hell was that sound?

Connor's stomach suddenly sank, as he immediately came to the worst conclusion, that somebody had dumped their ******** baby in a dumpster.

"What is it?" He asked, voice slightly hushed, as he braced himself for the inevitable, horrifying news.

"Oh." Oh, jesus ******** christ, is that all?, was more like it, but Connor made a genuine effort not to be an a** towards Borr or anybody Borr associated with. The puppies, while admittedly adorable, were hardly worth an emergency text message, or the openly weeping stare Connor was currently being treated to.

"I'm looking." Connor assured him, arms suddenly awkwardly being forced to hold one of the small, wriggly masses, which he just as awkwardly maneuvered into his hands. "I just don't really know what you want me to say." As he looked down at the creature he now held, taking in it's coloring and markings, and realization dawned.

"......I didn't know your dog was pregnant." His straight face broke, as it was suddenly impossible not to smile at the pile of much too cute that was wiggeling away in his hands. "Congratulations, grandpa."

Oh....right. Well then.

"Are you sure?" He asked, innocently enough to be considered a joke, before he shook his head and frowned. "So somebody just ******** dumped them here? That's sick."

"What? No! I can't." He looked down at the puppy he was already holding, and suddenly it felt like a bomb that needed to be set back down and walked away from as quickly as possible. He could barely look after himself, with all of his current money problems, how was he supposed to look after a puppy, that would eventually turn into a massive eating machine?

Ugh. No. Borr was not allowed to look at him that way. Jesus ******** Christ, Connor could not cope with this.

But just another glance down to the puppy in his arms, and he could already feel his resolve weakening.

"Well...I mean, I guess. Maybe." He was feeling rather helpless, now, and the puppy was squirming upward, straining upwards to attempt to lick at his face, and Connor let out a small laugh that he couldn't hope to suppress.

"Christ." He said, "How would I even look after it? I work all the time."

Not to mention the whole money thing, which he definitely wasn't going to, because he hated talking about it.

"Ya, but I work all the time. Two jobs, remember?" Connor pointed out, but considering Borr was actually offering to let him bring the puppy to work with him at the bar, it seemed to be a moot point. He'd only have to leave it alone on the days he was working at the hospital, though that meant getting it kennel trained as soon as possible, while also hoping nobody in the apartment complex he lived in complained about any noise it might make while he was gone.

He let out a small noncommittal sound and shrugged his shoulders at Borr's offer of help. "I've had a pet dog before. I do like dogs." As the large man had probably already guessed.

"Okay." He finally agreed, just as his puppy managed to strain upwards enough to lick him on the chin, and directly after Borr let out a surprisingly shrill noise for such a gigantic man. "Okay, I'll keep..." Curious, he shifted her to his hands and held the puppy out at arms length.

"...Her." Damn, he would have honestly preferred a male. "But if for some reason it doesn't work out, you have to help me find her a new home."

Connor was a little distracted, as the expenses of owning a puppy suddenly began adding up in his head. Food, kennel, treats, leash, collar, toys...

He gave his head a shake. "Hrm? Oh, ya, sure man. And then I'll just...take her home..."

For the remainder of the day, Connor was going to run these moments through his head over and over, as he attempted to figure out just how he'd ended up roped into becoming a sudden pet owner.