Lancelot dozes comfortably until about 3am when he awakes with a start to Faolan's nudging.
The TV has turned itself off by now, the room dark apart from the distant low of street lights. Lancelot yawns and moves enough to catch's Faolan's eyes, gently nudges Lily awake too and gets up off the futon to help pull it out. He pads away to retrieve blankets for Faolan, blearily helps set it up with a pillow then drags himself off to sleep.
Lily is always the first up.
Lancelot has her shut in his room, but the clack-clack of her claws on the wood and the jingle of her collar is distantly audible. Not loud, the walls and doors are thick enough, but still audible. He persuades her to lay down and rest as long as he can, but eventually she grows restless. By the time Lancelot gets up to go to the bathroom himself she can't tolerate waiting any longer. She pushes out herself, wanders out into the living room all wet nose and fluffy tail to greet Faolan. It's near enough half nine in the morning, but that is already late to a dog.
He appears a moment later, gently grabbing for her collar and wincing apologetically.
"Forgive me, Faolan, I can feed her and take her out if you want to rest longer?"
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The TV has turned itself off by now, the room dark apart from the distant low of street lights. Lancelot yawns and moves enough to catch's Faolan's eyes, gently nudges Lily awake too and gets up off the futon to help pull it out. He pads away to retrieve blankets for Faolan, blearily helps set it up with a pillow then drags himself off to sleep.
Lily is always the first up.
Lancelot has her shut in his room, but the clack-clack of her claws on the wood and the jingle of her collar is distantly audible. Not loud, the walls and doors are thick enough, but still audible. He persuades her to lay down and rest as long as he can, but eventually she grows restless. By the time Lancelot gets up to go to the bathroom himself she can't tolerate waiting any longer. She pushes out herself, wanders out into the living room all wet nose and fluffy tail to greet Faolan. It's near enough half nine in the morning, but that is already late to a dog.
He appears a moment later, gently grabbing for her collar and wincing apologetically.
"Forgive me, Faolan, I can feed her and take her out if you want to rest longer?"