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125. You’re the one who left it laying around
“Babe?” Sam called for you. He was rummaging around in his closet.
“What’s wrong, Sam?” you asked. Clothes were littered about the floor and the bed as you walked through the bedroom.
“Have you seen Redwing? I need to take him in for upgrades.”
Sam had a habit of losing his precious drone around the house. He'd tinker with the upgrades between missions, and when he was finished with it, he would leave it somewhere in the house. You were always the one to put it away, but this time was different. You left it where it was the last time he played with it.
“Babe, I don’t know what you did with it,” you said, “You’re the one who left it laying around.”
“I know, but you normally put it in the closet when I’m finished with it.” His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. He scratched his head as he racked his brain to remember the last place he put his drone sidekick.
A clamor followed by a bark alerted the two of you of your dog’s presences. Riley sat proudly next to a broken Redwing with scattered pieces. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your dog; however, Sam was troubled.
The dog knew that tone very well as his ears drooped, and his head fell. He flashed his dad big, brown, sorrowful eyes as he was looking for remorse.
“Sam, don’t get mad at Riley.” You came to your pup’s aide, “You’re the one who left it around. It’s a good thing you’re going to get upgrades on it, Tony can really fix it now.”
“Is this your ‘I told you so’ moment?” Sam asked with distaste.
You smiled. “Why yes, yes it is.”