Occupational Hazards // Roxian
Normally, Ian could handle nearly anything even the largest of the dogs at work could throw at him; spending the afternoon in the dog park seeing to it that the rescues had time to burn off some energy was, generally, one of the easier parts of his day. Even with Apollo, who was for all his charm a bit clumsy and overly excited at times, but that wasnât much of a problem. But lately, well, very little seemed to be typical; between strange exhaustion, disjointed reflexes and a slew of other building oddities (some of which his mom had been concerned enough about to claim she needed to speak to Nick about and that was concerning), something was wrong.
Ian just didnât know what. And that was actually more stressful than anything being wrong in the first place.
Apollo, however, knew nothing of those concerns. And, as happened at least once or twice nearly every time Apollo was let out to run, the dog had gotten himself into a mess. It wasnât exactly his fault, depth perception wasnât a strong point for the one-eyed dog.
Ian had spent a good few minutes redirecting Apollo out of one of the tunnels where the husky had decided to turn around and startled himself with the small space. True to husky form; he started yowling about the matter and Ian had to go rescue him. But, lately it wasnât as easy; picking up the larger dogs didnât require much effortâŠexcept the last couple of weeks it had. Even Yoda had been more of a stubborn challenge at home.
âCome on Apollo,â Ian coaxed, keeping one hand on the dogâs collar and using the other to keep braced at the edge of the tunnel as he tried to urge the confused husky out. âYouâre okay, almost there.â He had to practically guide Apolloâs head down to keep him from hitting it on the wall of the tunnel, and when the dog was free he bolted.
Problem was Ian still had a hand on his collar and what he usually would have been able to react to fast enough to let go in time ended with him being thrown off balance, tripping and ending up in the dog pond with a husky bouncing around him thinking the whole thing was a game.
Admitting defeat for an instant, Ian just sat there with a sigh; he really had no idea why his balance was all off centered but something was clearly off, had been since graduation. Apollo decided to cheer him up by flinging himself once again at him, nearly knocking the both of them over, again.
When the dog jumped up to shake wildly Ian realized there was someone close enough to be caught in the spray. âSorry!â He quickly apologized, lifting an arm to cover his own eyes from the water cast off by the excited dog.
Something was...different lately. Weird, though Roxas wasnât sure he could explain how it was weird in any way. His whole existence was weird honestly. But something was a little bit off. Like the earth had tilted just slightly on its axis.
Roxas was debating on just how to handle that, taking his keyblade out with him so he could figure out his magic. Or Soraâs magic...well. He guessed it was his now. Sora was long gone, and Roxas was what remained.Â
He wasnât even really paying attention to the direction he was walking, heading mostly toward the forest but taking his time about it. The sun shone down on him, and he took a deep breath, letting himself appreciate the warm weather and the feel of this place, even if things were weird.
He started one way, and all of a sudden water splashed at him and he could hear barking, turning toward it and blinking when he caught sight of a familiar face. âoh. Hey Ian! Itâs no problem really. You okay over there?â
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