Jon shrugged. “Maybe we could just sit here and watch tv for a bit while you pet me and see how things go from there?”
Damian smiled and reached up to stroke Jon’s hair gently. “You like anime?” He asked, reaching for the remote.
“Woof,” smiled Jon, nodding. Damian smiled and turned on the TV, changing the channel to an all anime station. As they watched, he continued to pet Jon, which was a touch awkward due to Jon being taller by half a head. Without thinking, Jon climbed onto the sofa and lay down his head in Damian’s lap.
Damian was taken off guard for a second, but rallied quickly, smiling and scratching behind one of Jon’s ears. “Good boy.”
They watched for an hour or so then without warning their bellies grumbled in sync. Damian blushed and said “Maybe we should take a break for some food?”
“Woof,” nodded Jon, sitting up “Err, I mean Yes.” It was his turn to blush, but Damian just smiled and chuckled, reaching up to scratch behind his ear again.
“You stay here,” said Damian as he got up “Let me deal with food.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I come downstairs with you? That’s a long way for you to lug snacks up.@
Damian shook his head and pointed to a side door. “I’ve got my own private kitchen up here. Just stay and let me handle it.”
As he walked away Jon said “Hold in a sec.”. He blushed and said “Do you think you could do my stuff in a bowl? And I could eat from it dog style if you put it down for me?”
Damian blushed as well but smiled and nodded “Sounds like a plan.” He started to walk away, then turned back and said with a wink “Stay boy.”
“Woof Woof,” laughed Jon, squatting on the floor in an approximation of a dog’s seating position. Damian returned shortly with a tray full of food which he set down on the coffee table next to the stone’s box. Taking a plate for himself, he placed two bowls on the floor, one containing food and the other coke.
“I’ll open a bag of chips for you when you’ve eaten your sandwich okay?”
“Woof,” laughed Jon, standing on all fours and bending down to eat. It was awkward, resisting the temptation to use his hands, but he managed. Drinking was harder, but still doable, so he didn’t complain. True to his word, Damian opened a bag of chips when Jon had cleared his bowl and tipped the chips into the bowl so he could eat them. Idly Jon wondered if dog food was edible and if it tasted any good, but didn’t take much notice of it. As he munched the chips, Damian reached out and stroked his back gently.
When food was done, Damian cleared away the bowls and plates and settled down to watch more anime, Jon climbing up next to him and laying in his lap.
“What now?” sighed Damian. “If only we had some dog toys.” Jon’s eyes went to the box and he motioned with his head, letting out a content whimper.
