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Klaire Henriette:
Klaire had just finished work for the day, and as usual, unwinded by taking Rook on a walk downtown so he could sniff after being inside for a while.
As such, she was dressed rather professionally, a coat and jeans, and was watching him sniff a fire hydrant. Gotta check the pee-mail from all the other good pups.
Micah Bradley:
Today was like any other day. With nothing to do yet, Micah had decided to start his Monday with an exploration of downtown Philly. Dressed casually in jeans and a yellow muscle t-shirt with a light black leather jacket to cover his arms and black running shoes, he strolled past stores with an easy smile on his face. Once in a while, he would stop to peek into the display window of a shop, oogling their products with interest.
Klaire Henriette:
Rook moved on from the smell, continuing down the road, and detouring to smell Micah's shoe. Klaire guides him away.
"Rook, leave the man alone. Sorry about that, sir."
Micah Bradley:
He looked down as the dog came snuffling by and grinned. "Oh, that's quite alright, my dear! I am sure your dog thinks I smell very interesting and different!"
He didn't interact with Rook, though his eyes roamed over the german shepherd to check his colors out.
Klaire Henriette:
She gave a small smile, she has a slight French accent mixed with a Philly one.
"He thinks most other people are interesting. There's one of my friends he will go to say hi to before remembering I exist."
A small chuckle. "Let him avoid your hand first and you can pet him if you want. His favorite spot is under the chin and around the neck."
Micah Bradley:
"Thank you!" he said with his British accent as he slowly squatted down and leaned against the building wall so that he wasn't directly facing Rook, then held out his hands palms facing down and allowed the dog to come closer at his own pace. "Your friend must be his playmate then!"
Klaire Henriette:
Rook snuffles Micah and licks his face.
"He likes you, you seem a very calm person."
Theres a slight pause as the PI looks over Micah.
"They can be. They are a very energetic and very smart person. Just with a soft spot for dogs."
She almost speaks further, but stops herself.
Micah Bradley:
The man let out a soft chuckle as he got licked. Raising his hands, Micah started gently rubbing Rook around the neck. "I have a soft spot for dogs myself. Hard not to, with their amazing versatility and that adorable wagging tail."
Klaire Henriette:
"Of course, they help anchor us to reality as well. Wouldn't you agree?" She gives a neutral smile, it could easily be a strange choice of words.
Rook leans into the pets.
Micah Bradley:
"They do indeed! Afterall, they live day to day and remind us to be present." he agreed softly. Now that he was petting Rook, he was looking down and directly at him, fingers in a clawed manner to give him scritches.
Klaire Henriette:
Rook of course dives right into the pets, licking Micah.
"Thats a wonderful way to put it. Do you have any pets of your own?"
Micah Bradley:
"Not currently. My apartment will not allow pets. Perhaps some day soon though!" he replied as best he could while receiving the doggy kisses all over his face. "Thank you for the love, Rook. Yes, I know. You're such a good boy."
Klaire Henriette:
"I've always disliked those policies. Pets are a wonderful addition to any home."
She looks the man over.
"May I ask a personal question?"
Micah Bradley:
"Sure!"
Klaire Henriette:
"Are you seeing a therapist or something of the like?"
Micah Bradley:
He was distracted by the dog and took a second longer to process her question. When he does, he looked up at her with a curious frown. "Oh. No. Why?"
Klaire Henriette:
"May I recommend you finding one? Not to be too forward, but I can tell you've seen something traumatic. There's a...look in your eyes. I have some references for PTSD if you need."
She pulls out a card, two actually. One for a psychologist place, and one for a Henriette Investigation.
Micah Bradley:
"Ah... I have a look in my eyes? How interesting. I do not think I require a therapist, but I will keep your suggestion in mind." he replied with a bright smile. He accepted the cards and took a quick look before returning to paying attention to Rook when the dog nudges him to demand more pets as he had paused.
Klaire Henriette:
"As long as you are sure."
She takes a deep breath, looking him over, eventually stopping.
"I should likely be heading back to my office. I don't believe I caught your name."
Micah Bradley:
He slowly stood back up before giving Rook one last scritch under his chin. "Of course. I am Micah. You must be Ms. Henriette. I hope I did not take up too much of your time!"
Klaire Henriette:
"Please, call me Klaire. It was a pleasure to meet you Micah. Please, stay safe. I am on my own time, so please do not worry."
Micah Bradley:
"Very well. It was very nice to meet you as well, Klaire. And you too, Rook! I shall see you around some time then!" he winked at her before tucking his hands in his jacket and continuing on his way window shopping.
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