//stairwell/4th floor. Mar 23.
closed starter for @aggieturner
Taking care of Doom was the only chore Eric would volunteer to take care of for Zach, mostly because it didn't feel like a chore. Ever since they let the dog run around the building more or less freely, he would find the dog scratch on his studio's door sometimes and the two would play fetch on the stairs. Doom's ball bounced down the stairs as he waited for the right release command, impatient to chase it.
They sat at the top of the stairs and even though the pup must have ran the two Wexley buildings worth, it seemed like a warmup - he brought Eric the toy and wagged his tail, waiting for him to throw the ball again.
"You like a challenge? Let's see if you'll like this one." He threw the ball harder, wondering if this one would discourage Doom. The first few moments when he didn't run up back like lightning, Eric felt proud of himself - he broke the invincible pup. He beat him at his own game! But the longer Doom didn't come back, the more suspicious the man grew and soon he decided to check on his furry friend. There were only two things that could stop that crazy dog from fetching his ball - food or belly rubs.
When he finally saw a very familiar happy tail swiping the floor left and right, he knew someone had been chosen for the latter, but when he saw who was The Chosen One his heart skipped a beat, a cartoon-like sigh escaping his lips. Sitting on the floor next to Doom was the blonde he saw for the first time during the rescue mission, a literal angel. He couldn't stop rambling about her being his guardian angel and the only reason he survived the explosion, ignoring Zach's inquiries about the other two men and their guardian angels.
Remembering how she acted around other people, with few exceptions, Eric stopped right where he stood and watched them in silence, smiling a little at the wagging tail and how it pushed the tennis ball in his direction.
