taylor had learned his lesson not to take both dogs out for a walk at the same time, unless he wanted more of a workout than he was physically prepared for. today he had chára, his husky mix, jogging alongside him while he skated down the sidewalk, but after a while she began to slow down, tongue hanging out as she panted. “you want a drink, bub?” he asked her, carrying his board up to the nearest person he saw. “hey, you happen to have a bowl i could borrow for a few minutes? i’ve got nothing for her to drink out of,” he said, motioning to where chára was panting at his feet.
“yeah, i’ve just got the thing, wait up.” gaia had an unused bowl at home owned by her father’s dog, who passed out months after his burial, probably because of sadness. she takes it from the cabinet, staring at it for a bit then walks out, handing it to the familiar male. “here you go,” the mechanic hands the said bowl to him. “are they a he or a she?”