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[Dated August 25th]
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Edward fell backwards into the sand, arms straight up in the air as Jarvis' voice rang through her headphones again. Fail! Fail! FAIL! Edward was failing again and her entrance to the super-secret Stark computer was denied in the voice of a snooty AI-man. The lines of code in her goggles danced across her vision like a pesky leaf blowing in the wind that Edward couldn't catch. Or another meteor-hole the father-person has to add to the map.
A moving target.
A wet nose pressed against her cheek and she flipped her goggle-monitors onto her head to look at Ein. With a little yip he nudged at her again, then dropped his wet-cold nose to the ground where a perfect throw-fetch stick was waiting.
"Again?" There was a yip for yes, Ein had waited nicely for her to finish failing and now it was find-it-fetch-it time. "Ein, Edward's trying to worrrrk." But Ein yipped firmly and so, with a sigh, Edward stood and after spinning circles in place until she was dizzy she released the stick, flinging it as far-far as she could. It landed in the water and Ein gave her a look that clearly indicated that he was unamused by that fact.
Edward, on the other hand, went back to her computer set-up, her precious Tomato perched on top of her suitcase, shaded by a rainbow-colored umbrella, her little satellite pointed at the sky. Ein gave Edward a final look and then pranced out to the water's edge, waiting for the wave to bring the stick close before darting out and grabbing it in his jaws.
Realizing that Edward wasn't going to play he satisfied his canine urges by flinging the stick up with a jump and a twist, following after to pick it up. He kept repeating the process. If Edward wouldn't play, Ein would play alone. Anyone who saw them would see a girl at a computer and a Welsh Corgi... playing fetch with himself.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Edward fell backwards into the sand, arms straight up in the air as Jarvis' voice rang through her headphones again. Fail! Fail! FAIL! Edward was failing again and her entrance to the super-secret Stark computer was denied in the voice of a snooty AI-man. The lines of code in her goggles danced across her vision like a pesky leaf blowing in the wind that Edward couldn't catch. Or another meteor-hole the father-person has to add to the map.
A moving target.
A wet nose pressed against her cheek and she flipped her goggle-monitors onto her head to look at Ein. With a little yip he nudged at her again, then dropped his wet-cold nose to the ground where a perfect throw-fetch stick was waiting.
"Again?" There was a yip for yes, Ein had waited nicely for her to finish failing and now it was find-it-fetch-it time. "Ein, Edward's trying to worrrrk." But Ein yipped firmly and so, with a sigh, Edward stood and after spinning circles in place until she was dizzy she released the stick, flinging it as far-far as she could. It landed in the water and Ein gave her a look that clearly indicated that he was unamused by that fact.
Edward, on the other hand, went back to her computer set-up, her precious Tomato perched on top of her suitcase, shaded by a rainbow-colored umbrella, her little satellite pointed at the sky. Ein gave Edward a final look and then pranced out to the water's edge, waiting for the wave to bring the stick close before darting out and grabbing it in his jaws.
Realizing that Edward wasn't going to play he satisfied his canine urges by flinging the stick up with a jump and a twist, following after to pick it up. He kept repeating the process. If Edward wouldn't play, Ein would play alone. Anyone who saw them would see a girl at a computer and a Welsh Corgi... playing fetch with himself.
