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Nighttime, outside the dorms

A trip into town had resulted in Sean getting everything a puppy could need to be happy, and many many things that he didn't need per se, but which were too damned cute to resist.

There had also been Christmas presents for the pooch, but those were safely hidden in the back of Angel's closet ~~since lord knows he isn't hiding there~~ where Sean couldn't find them.

Sean himself was currently sporting a red and green collar with, appropriately enough, a dog tag. On the tag it said "My name is SEAN. My dad's name is ANGEL."

Sean's new possessions were back in the room. In the meanwhile Angel could tell the signs of a puppy who wasn't yet ready to settle in for the night.

So they were outside, playing with a new ball, snow, and generally having more fun than you ever thought a broody vampire could have.

Behold the power of puppy.

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Out of the corner of his eye, Angel spotted movement. He turned and saw Logan some distance away.

Normally that would be Angel's cue to turn right back, but this time he didn't.

Maybe it was the relaxation of having gotten a good chunk of his grades. Maybe it was because Logan hadn't killed him for what happened during the love spell. Maybe it was a touch of the Christmas spirit.

Or maybe puppies make you do the wacky.

Angel made a snowball. He held it up for Sean to see, silently encouraging the puppy to be very excited about this development. Once Sean was wagging and bouncing with glee, Angel threw the snowball in Logan's direction.

It landed, as Angel had aimed, just past Logan's feet.

Which meant that there was a black furry ball of pure glee making a beeline for Logan's sneakers.

Logan grinned when the puppy bounded over to him. He knelt down and scratched the dog behind the ears. Sean bounced up and licked Logan's nose. Logan laughed. "Hey, buddy," he said. "Where'd you come from? Are you a student?"

Sean yipped. His tail thumped the ground, sending bits of snow into the air. Then he realized a horrible tragedy: he wasn't licking anything.

Clearly this had to be remidied. Sean got up on his hind legs and attempted to lick every inch of Logan's face.

In the distance, just outside of Logan's field of vision, Angel watched this. It would've been stretching things to say that he had a facial expression, but his face had an aura that suggested he might be not displeased.

Logan squeezed his eyes shut and laughed as he got a puppy facial. "Okay, pup," he said. He pushed Sean gently away from his face and tried distracting the dog by scratching his side, instead. "We haven't even been introduced yet."

Sean yipped, as though that took care of the introductions.

Figuring that Logan wouldn't appreciate the potential creepiness of Angel watching silently for too long, he spoke up. "His name's Sean."

Logan looked up, surprised, then looked back at the dog. "Nice to meet you, Sean," he said. "Your dog?" He didn't look up at Angel.

"Just got him today," Angel confirmed. His hands were in his pockets. He came forward but didn't close even half the distance between them. "Present from Phale at the bookshop."

Sean, for his part, attempted to wrestle Logan's shoelaces.

"Not yours!" Logan scolded Sean lighty. "Cool," he said to Angel. "I didn't know you liked dogs." He picked up a stick, shook the snow off it and tapped it on the ground near Sean's head to get his attention. When the puppy dropped his shoelaces to snap at the stick, Logan pulled it back and tossed it for the dog to chase.

Sean scampered after the stick with a blur of too-large paws. It landed in a pile of snow. Sean joyfully dug for it.

"I do," Angel said as he watched Sean have fun. "I was telling Phale if he wanted to cheer people up he should keep puppies on hand. Guess he took me literally."

"Yeah, puppies are good for that." Logan grinned as he watched Sean play, then looked at Angel. He suddenly realized he was grinning at Angel, and looked back at Sean.

"That's what I said," Angel agreed. "Sure, keep kittens around for those who are into it, but I'm more of a dog person."

Sean finally dug up the stick. He grasped it in his mouth. Tail held high with pride, he walked back to deposit it by Logan's feet.

"Good boy!" Logan said, scratching Sean behind the ear. He picked up the stick and tossed it again. "Dogs are fun," Logan agreed. "Active. Cats just sit around and ignore you."

Sean bolted for the stick. He hit a patch of ice and skidded, landing in some snow. He barked at the ice as though it had tripped him on purpose. Then, the slight forgotten, he resumed trying to find the stick, snuffling the ground in the hopes of catching the scent of it.

"Exactly," Angel said. "And if I wanted that I'd keep Spike as a pet."

"What's Spike?" Logan asked. He looked around for another stick for Sean to play with.

Sean dug his nose into some snow, then sneezed. He seemed happy about having done so.

"Oh, my - uh - grandson?" Angel shrugged. "Guess you could say. Pain in the ass. Kind of like a cat, only loud and a thousand times more annoying."

"'Grandson'?" Logan asked, puzzled. He found a stick and tapped it on the ground to get Sean's attention. Then comprehension dawned. "Oh." He touched the recently-healed mark on his neck.

"Yeah," Angel said, quietly. "So - um - doing okay with classes?"

Sean heard the tapping. He poked his head up, barked, and ran for the stick Logan was holding. He overshot his goal by a few inches and bonked his nose on Logan's leg. This did not deter the wagging of his tail, however.

Logan scritched Sean behind the ears again and tossed the new stick. "Failed Ethics," he said with a shrug. "Still waiting to hear on Journalism. All my other teachers disappeared. You?"

"Passed Math," Angel said. He watched as Sean bolted after the stick. "Which surprised the hell out of me. I thought I was pretty dumb at it."

"Yeah? Did you do that project - the one about the locker?" Logan asked.

"Not yet," Angel said. Sean came back with the stick, this time bringing it over to Angel. Angel knelt down so he could pet Sean, apparently not caring that doing so got his pants wet. "Good boy! Who's a good boy who fetches? Okay, Sean, fetch!" Angel tossed the stick again. Then, as though that interlude hadn't just happened, Angel continued. "That might be next year. Prof. Eppes was saying he had some ideas."

"Oh, are you taking math again next semester?" Logan asked. "I haven't figured out my classes yet."

"Might be an independant study thing," Angel said. "Prof. Eppes and I were working on this extra credit project and it didn't get finished. I think I'd be lost in the advanced class, but I'd like to see the project through. Just to complete something. Show that maybe I'm - "

Angel stopped himself. Even he knew better than to say words like not dumber than Angelus. Especially around Logan.

"Um - how 'bout the holidays?" Angel asked. "Doing anything?"

"Hawai'i," Logan said. "Sun, babes and a whole lotta waves." Sean ran back with the stick and dropped it at Angel's feet, then barked at Logan. "Bring it here, dude," Logan said to the dog.

"Oh," Angel said. "That's - that's good."

Sean barked, bowing down on his two front paws. When Logan waved him over again he got the idea. He picked the stick up and ran to Logan. He dropped the stick at Logan's feet, then sat back as though to say Look what I just did!

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