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With it being so early in the morning still, there had been no movement in the house. Therefore, there was also nothing to disturb the stack of red and gold satin cushions resting against one side of the Fukutomi and Kinjou household. This was, of course, until a spotted black and white leg kicked up from underneath the couch and sent them toppling down. The pitbull yipped awake, startled into stillness underneath the pile of pillows that smelled like home. It wouldn’t take much for the dog to dig himself out and for Izumida, it would be even easier because of his most recent growth spurt. He sighed before preparing to do the act, his stub of a tail shaking back and forth. Who knew trying to nap until walking time was going to be so hard?
He crouched to shake off the pillows.
“This looks like a nice spot.”
“S-Shinkai-san!?”
A weight settled right on top of him, heavier than the pillows but not heavy enough to be uncomfortable for the pitbull just yet. It shifted and as the pillows started slipping down and away, the puffy soft fur of the household’s chow chow replaced them. A cold nose sniffed at him and Izumida could only make a soft huff of surprise before a wet tongue licked a stripe across his muzzle. He blinked at the chow chow, mouth still parted as Shinkai watched him from on top.
“Shinkai-san, is this where you want to sit—I can move—!”
“Touichirou, you smell nice. Did Juichi give you a bath?”
“Ah, yes! Fukutomi-san gave me one yester—-yesterday!”
Izumida spluttered, a surprised bark going higher than he ever intended as Shinkai shoved his whole face against him. Within seconds, Izumida was feeling the soft rub of the older dog nuzzling at his neck. He panted, shy and uncertain, before a blue tongue licked at his cheeks. They caught on his whiskers, jolting him into action, and Shinkai only barked happily at the returned show of affection.
The rest of the pillows were already gathering on the floor, kicked off or squirmed off by Shinkai and Izumida as they worked to settle comfortably against each other. By the end of it, they’re both resting a paw or hind leg over each other, their noses just mere centimeters from touching.
“Shinkai-san?”
“Hm?”
The chow chow tucked his muzzle underneath Izumida, sighing happily.
“Nevermind. Sweet dreams, Shinkai-san.”
“You too, Touichirou.”