Benjiro had every intention of punching the naked man positioned on top of his crying girlfriend.
He had been close enough while working to hear the yelling of her name, and hurried over from the next street through an alleyway, bringing him out onto the same street in time to see the man on her. Shock held him long enough to hear the familiar name from the Network, and the anger fizzles as a gut-dropping dread takes over his thoughts. Chad is up and off of her before he can reach them and already trying to approach another person that is rightfully disturbed by the scene. A person that may very well call for the authorities.
Swallowing back his desire to tend to Sadie first, he veers after Chad instead and slows as he comes up to the former canine and the stranger. Hands held up in a placating manner, he lies straight through his teeth with an apologetic expression at his eyes above his facemask as he addresses the stranger first, “I am so, so sorry! He’s a neighbor, and I’ve been trying to help his family watch him since they got hit this morning, but he slipped away. Brain injury and all. Doesn’t do well when he’s stressed.” Then turning to Chad with a friendly tone, he undoes the buttons of his overshirt as he talks, “Chad. Hey, come on, it’s going to be okay. Sadie will stop crying if we talk soft and get something on, okay? I promise.” Chad may very well smell Sadie’s scent still on him under the grime he has been collecting while working, but certainly his scent is still on Sadie from their morning time spent curled up together.
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Benjiro had every intention of punching the naked man positioned on top of his crying girlfriend.
He had been close enough while working to hear the yelling of her name, and hurried over from the next street through an alleyway, bringing him out onto the same street in time to see the man on her. Shock held him long enough to hear the familiar name from the Network, and the anger fizzles as a gut-dropping dread takes over his thoughts. Chad is up and off of her before he can reach them and already trying to approach another person that is rightfully disturbed by the scene. A person that may very well call for the authorities.
Swallowing back his desire to tend to Sadie first, he veers after Chad instead and slows as he comes up to the former canine and the stranger. Hands held up in a placating manner, he lies straight through his teeth with an apologetic expression at his eyes above his facemask as he addresses the stranger first, “I am so, so sorry! He’s a neighbor, and I’ve been trying to help his family watch him since they got hit this morning, but he slipped away. Brain injury and all. Doesn’t do well when he’s stressed.” Then turning to Chad with a friendly tone, he undoes the buttons of his overshirt as he talks, “Chad. Hey, come on, it’s going to be okay. Sadie will stop crying if we talk soft and get something on, okay? I promise.” Chad may very well smell Sadie’s scent still on him under the grime he has been collecting while working, but certainly his scent is still on Sadie from their morning time spent curled up together.