That Dog with Daisies for Eyes

Alaude was tired.

It wasn't such a bad day today, but he had been busy with classes, and he spent most of his free time doing round trips to check if the academy needed any maintenance work on something. He was tired not because of troublesome people-- well, there was that but he dealt with troublesome people everyday anyways-- he was tired and his body was sore because he had probably been working too hard.

Alaude looked at his wrist watch, and it read 4:05pm. Realizing he could already time out for the day, Alaude immediately slumped into the wooden bench next to him, sighing. He might need to take a painkiller for muscle aches later.

He leaned his head back against the bench, letting it hang over the top, and decided to close his eyes for a few moments. But without anyone to tap his shoulder there, he was doomed to fall asleep on that bench, with the air cool and the sun already pretty low, and the calming fresh scent of trees and leaves and flowers.
@Downpour

"Blimey--!!"

The instructor quickly jolted forward. He felt two soft small... things suddenly pressing on his lap-- and he was by the way ticklish there-- and his widened eyes quickly looked at them to figure out what the bloody hell was happening.

Paws. There were paws on his lap.

Alaude raised his gaze a little higher, and saw the dog right beside him. A corgi. Alaude winced, trying to hold back his supposedly natural reaction, just like that of most humans: immediate adoration towards the fluffy creature. Alaude hated showing affection, he hated being in a situation where he felt he needed to express such a thing, because to him expressing feelings was the same as exposing himself naked to the entire world.

So he glared at the dog and scooted away, trying to get the tiny, adorable, soft, and fluffy paws off him. "Go away! I'm not in the mood for games. Go play with someone else."

But wait, did the dog just speak?

Alaude had closed his eyes again, trying not to mind the dog, but it wasn't even five seconds later when the paws were yet again planted on his lap. The instructor actually yelled, partly in surprise, partly in frustration, and partly because those soft paws were hitting the exact places where he was ticklish.

And yes, the dog was talking. That wasn't supposed to shock him, considering there were many weirder things that existed in the island.

Alaude was out of spaces to scoot away to; in other words: cornered. So he faced the fuckingadorablefluffyfurball corgi, glaring still, though his pale cheeks might have been painted with the slightest tinge of pink. It was the sun. Definitely the sun.

He saw the ball peeking out from the strapped bag around the dog. He grabbed it, stared at it, before looking at the dog once more. "You want me to throw this?" he asked, before doing exactly so with quite a lot of force that the ball might end up on the other side of the courtyard once it landed.

And then he quickly got up with the intention to leave.