"Oh," Iman utters in faint surprise when a big dog comes bounding out, calling her name - and then she goes very silent when Greta steps out behind it. She's in minor disarray from wandering through the woods after a huge adorable shaggy dog - which, holy shit, by the way - and she looks gorgeous and happy. Aqil ducks his head down, poking his beak lightly behind her ear, moving stray hairs back under the hijab - is he nervous? Fuck, she's relying on him to have his shit together, here.
"Hi," she says with a big doofy grin. "That's a real nice dog you got there."
Greta's animal-self is a huge adorable shaggy dog not over it never over it.
"Hi Greta!" blurts Aqil, and Iman tilts her head to look at him in vague disbelief. Are you serious right now.
He hops off her shoulder and flaps over to Greta, circling once like an exuberant idiot dear god this is so embarrassing before landing neatly on her shoulder. Iman feels an immediate twinge beneath her sternum, not painful but not exactly normal, faint but odd enough that her smile fades slightly.
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"Hi," she says with a big
doofygrin. "That's a real nice dog you got there."Greta's animal-self is a huge adorable shaggy dog not over it never over it.
"Hi Greta!" blurts Aqil, and Iman tilts her head to look at him in vague disbelief. Are you serious right now.
He hops off her shoulder and flaps over to Greta, circling once like an exuberant idiot dear god this is so embarrassing before landing neatly on her shoulder. Iman feels an immediate twinge beneath her sternum, not painful but not exactly normal, faint but odd enough that her smile fades slightly.