PUPPY LOVE — OPEN / GIFT

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob wasn't sure what to think of Pincher after all that'd happened between them. He cared greatly for the other man but he was also afraid. Not of Pincher but of what his Babbo would think, what Jersey would say, what everyone would think when they both led rather different groups. Jacob had never wanted this position and his feelings for Pincher had begun long before he became leader. It'd all started that week the pirate captain had taken care of him. No one but his Ma had ever done anything like that for him and he wasn't sure why Deniz thought he was worth the trouble but he wasn't going to ignore such actions. He'd even gone as far as to punish the woman who'd captured and tortured him. Besides that, being around him just made Jacob happy. He always looked forward to seeing him and he liked hearing what he thought about the different rubber ducks Jacob collected for him. It wasn't much but he enjoyed it. Every time he passed the border, he found himself hoping to catch the scent of salt water and cigarette smoke.

Today he did. He caught the smell of the ocean first and darted towards the border as quickly as he could, hoping to catch a glimpse of the doberman. However, as he came closer, he felt his excitement fall when he realized he'd only just left. The scent was fresh enough that he recognized it but stale enough that he knew it was far too late to try and catch up with the pirate. He then turned his attention to the items that'd been left, assuming they were gifts for the clan. As he came closer, he noticed the letter attached to them and picked it up. It'd been quite some time since he'd ready any French but his Ma had taught him well. His eyes scanned the words in excitement as he settled down, his tail thumping softly against the ground and his eyes widening as he realized it was all for him. He already felt tears starting to gather in his eyes and he opened the chest. The sooner he got to those tissues, the better. Still, he neatly folded the letter and tucked it in his bag. That was something only for him to see. He didn't think anyone else here would be able to read it but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Maybe he'd even write one in response. He wasn't sure yet. He wasn't sure how the man had found out about his birthday but he wasn't going to complain.

Jacob pulled out the little bracelet, his eyes widening and he quickly set down his other possessions to slip it on his front right paw, a light smile on his maw as he did so. Tears pricked his eyes and he knew he had to keep moving. He then saw the wind chime filled with cranes, smiling as he noticed all the brilliant colors. He knew he'd have to find somewhere to set it up where it'd actually be in the light but he was up for the task. Even with living in a cave, he'd make sure to figure something out. Then there was the fruit all dipped in honey and he found himself glad to have some kind of healthy snack, otherwise he'd just resort to pasta and ice cream on a daily basis. Then he noticed another package, this one much smaller than the others. He made his way over and hesitated when he noticed it was moving all around. Slowly, he came closer and moved the fabric away. Immediately, a tiny creature popped out and climbed up his leg and to his back. "Woah!" The sugar glider then moved in front of him and a wide smile came across his maw as he bent down. "Hi there! Wha' ya' think your name is, huh? What'd ya' think ah' 'Rosie'?" The little sugar glider seemed to like that, clambering over his leg and up to ride on his back again. He felt tears pricking his eyes. He could hardly believe anyone thought he was worth this amount of effort, let alone Pincher. Still, even as tears gathered in his eyes, he picked up the rope attached to the chest and began to pull it back. With his legs as they were, it'd take quite some time since he was by himself but he was sure he could manage it. Even as he walked, his mind spun with ways to thank Deniz and what he'd say next time they saw each other. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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