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[ Nill introduced him to the agency, promising him that it wouldn't be a bad experience to just go in and talk to the guy. Apparently he trains some of the dogs himself, which is why there are so few to choose from, but even if it didn't work out on his first visit he'd help him in the long run. With Nill's experience in the field, Heine trusts her word.

That doesn't mean he isn't stressed about it. After years of coping with his problems by himself, asking for help or admitting he needs it at all throws of the precarious routine he maintains most days.

The appointment he makes is later in the morning to avoid crowds on their way to work. When he arrives he's not sure where to go and ends up waiting in the reception area, standing by an empty desk with his hands in his pockets. ]

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[ Heine doesn't reply for a moment, thinking over his own words. He feels warm in the sun. Comfortable, for lack of a better term, but he doesn't remember the last time he let himself be comfortable. ]

I hear them.

[ It's almost like leaving the house is a good change of pace or something. ]

Do you not know this area?

Not really. I think you're my only client this far out.

[Eames stretched out, resting his hands lazily on his stomach as he leaned back on the bench.]

But it's nice out here. It seems pretty peaceful.

...yeah.

[ Peaceful is a good way to describe it. Heine focuses more on the feeling of sun on his skin. The sound of kids is weirder than anything else. ]

It's a lot nicer than some other places I've been. Having him's not bad either.

[ Meaning Cerberus, of course. ]

Where have you been other than here?

[He glanced over at Heine curiously, before grinning at his blase compliment to Cerberus.]

What about me? I'm not going to get any credit?

Wolkania.

[ That's the long and the short of it. For most people, Heine can summarize the events of war and fighting in the war when he was far too young with that one name. And just as easily, he slips back into (mostly) gentle ribbing. ]

I don't know, what have you done for him?

[That one word really said it all, and Eames let out a small, soft whistle. Even though it felt like some sort of violation of their client relationship, he patted Heine on the shoulder, because what was there to say about that? He'd never been to the region, but the horror stories that came out of it regularly was enough to make anyone wary about going there.

So instead, he accepted the barb and let out a small snort.]

You mean other than housing and taking care of him before you came along? I'll always be his first you know, so I can understand your jealousy and your territorialism.

[ Heine stiffens slightly under the hand, unexpected as the touch is, but as Eames' hand moves again he exhales slowly and leans back, relaxing more than before. ]

Just because you're his first owner doesn't mean you're the best.

[The way that Heine froze up underneath his hand was noted, and Eames gave him a bit more space as an unspoken apology, snorting at his retort.]

First means the best most of the time, I'm sure you're aware.

Guess I'll just have to prove that there are exceptions.

[ Cerberus is still on alert, looking around but sitting in his place next to them. Heine is quiet for a few more seconds before he tilts his head towards the exit of the park. ]

I'm ready to head back.

We should see how he reacts around the other dogs.

[Eames said, pleased that Cerberus had been very attentive and still for the duration of their talk.]

Then we can head back.

Right now?

[ Do they have to? Heine reaches out and Cerberus turns to put his head under it. ]

You're not curious to see how far he's come?

[Eames won't force it, but the park is only a few steps away. It seemed like a wasted opportunity.]

But if you both are tired already, we can head back.

[ ...right now? Heine continues to rub his fingers between Cerberus' ears, touching the short fur with his head tilted down. Even if he couldn't see even with his head up, he stays that way until the thought of giving up pisses him off enough. ]

Fine, let's go.

That's the spirit.

[Eames couldn't help but laugh slightly as he stood up, heading down the path towards the dog park. Cerberus swung his head around at the sound of barking, tensing, but once he noticed the fence between him and the other dogs, he seemed to relax. He stuck closer to Heine, however, something that Eames was pleased to note.

Feeling a bit daring, he went to lean against the fence to watch both Cerberus and his owner.]

He's doing remarkably well so far.

[ The spirit of reluctant participation? ]

From that I'm assuming he's not pissing everywhere.

[ Heine would hear, if he were, but that doesn't stop him from expressing some dry humor... of sorts. A moment later he hears another noise: a second dog panting and whoofing on the other side of the fence. Cerberus pulls lightly against his lead, interest piqued. ]

Better outside than inside.

[He would be in good company at least, if going by what the other dogs were doing was the way to judge. He'd give it a few more minutes before nodding, starting to head back towards Heine's house.]

That's enough for today. Did you have anything else planned?

[ Good pee joke, Eames; Heine deigns it with a small snort. ]

No.

[ And it's only early afternoon! But Heine is ready to go back, following Eames' lead to go back to his house and refuel. ]

[The small noise coming out of Heine sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and Eames was going to view it as a win.]

Good, I'm starving. Do you want company for lunch?

[ The offer is kind of a surprise. Heine takes a second to think it over, because hanging out with people who aren't Nill or... okay, anyone who isn't Nill, is something of a rarity. ]

Are you going to follow me even if I say no?

[ Heine gives him a small smirk as he starts walking with Cerberus out of the park and to a retail area he sometimes likes to get food. ]

Because I may be blind, but I'd notice.

[That quip was enough to make Eames laugh despite himself, and he crossed his arms over his chest, shooting the other man an amused look he probably wouldn't appreciate.]

Of course I wouldn't. I know if you lose one sense, the others pick up the slack.

[He paused, frowning slightly.]

Or is Hollywood lying to me about that as well?

Shouldn't you know this?

[ Since he works for other sight-impaired people already. But Heine helps him out, though he does also suspect Eames is sort of messing with him. ]

Depends on the person, but yeah. Some people can use echoes like bats.

Every person's circumstances are different, aren't they?

[Eames said easily enough, keeping an eye on Cerberus' behavior as they made their way back to Heine's house. He seemed to be happier as they left the distractions of the park.]

So are you one of them?

I can't hear that well.

[ Heine holds the lead carefully, following his own memory back and Cerberus' as well. ]

What, do you have any weird talents?

[It was interesting to follow Heine back home, watching him as he moved effortlessly despite the obstacles. If it wasn't for his previous knowledge and Cerberus, he probably wouldn't have given him another glance. Well, Eames amended, watching his backside for a moment, he may have.

At the question, he turned his attention back to Heine, laughing.]

Loads of useless ones. Card tricks, being able to karaoke without shame, copying people's handwriting.

[ Unaware of Eames' less professional thoughts, Heine keeps walking. Bringing Cerberus into a more populated part of town after already taking him to the dog park seems like too much for one day, so they can put him at him before they go for food. ]

Handwriting? How about signatures?

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