asgardchrysalis | o3; Companion

Who: Connor (

dataset) and any residents of the Happy Hens Farm
What: Adopting stray animals questionmark?
When: May 1
Where: Happy Hens Farm
Warnings: Nnnnnothing right now.

If he were going to undertake the task of caring for an animal in the future, it would be prudent to look into how to care for them first. Or - more pointedly - how to consistently feed them. Connor had been told that the stables were the best place to start looking. Apparently, there was some sort of food supply that Wanderers were free to use.

So Connor set out for the stables on the only farm that he knew of in Asgard - Happy Hens Farm. The android headed to the farm grounds, idly adjusting the cuffs of his jacket as he did so. It had been getting warmer as of late, but he still couldn't quite shake the habit of dressing in the button-down shirts and long jackets that the city seemed eager to provide.

Connor glanced around the stalls and fenced-in areas to see if there was anyone around. He'd only been to the farm once before. Hopefully, there was someone around who could assist him.

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"Ah. So you're even better than a dog, because I don't have to bribe you," he responded immediately with a wide, cheeky little smile, winking at Connor. "Anyway, how do you like them? Any of them catch your eye especially?"

Try as Connor might to feign annoyance, once he caught sight of Jim's smile he couldn't help but smile in return - not a half-smile like usual but a genuine full smile. Though he did try and look away at the pack of dogs in order to play it off.

Which of them would be the best one to choose? The dogs were all enthusiastic, they all seemed to like him, and none of them seemed to be particularly problematic. His eyes fell to the youngest one in the group. The small puppy. "Him." Connor motioned to him with hand. "He doesn't have parents and he's the least capable of caring for himself. I would like to help him in any way that I can."

Oh, he was definitely calling that wide smile a huge success. He grinned happily, practically beaming as he followed Connor's gaze to the dogs.

He nodded at the explanation, though he did add right after. "And because you like him?" He tried, picking up the puppy and holding it in his arms. He immediately got attacked by a vicious tongue licking at his jaw and cheek, and he laughed. "Look at him, he's so cute! I mean, it's nice that you want to help him. But there are plenty of dogs that aren't capable of caring for themselves. It can't be the only reason why you choose him. You can help him, but he can do something for you too."

"I like him." He gave a short nod. After all, he was a dog and Connor liked dogs. Those were all the basic qualifications that he needed to like him. However, Connor hadn't been given much luxury of choice in the past, so his choices generally boiled down to logical decisions.

"But helping the one that could use assistance the most is the logical choice." It wasn't about physical characteristics or personal preferences, it was about practicality and logic. And that's what he assumed he was making - the most logical decision on which dog to choose.

Jim smiled. For now, that was good enough. Even if Connor had to justify his choice with logic. (Who did that remind him of, he wondered.)

Cuddling the pup in his arms, he tilted his head at Connor. "Do you want to hold him? He likes cuddles."

He wasn't sure about cuddles, but holding him sounded achievable enough. Connor slipped the bag of treats into an interior pocket of his jacket and held both hands out. "Sure." He'd never tried holding a dog that was so small and energetic before.

"Here. Like this," he said as he passed the puppy to Connor, gently guiding his hands so he was holding him in the steadiest, most comfortable way. For how energetic he was, the puppy seemed to take well to being held, and he rested against Connor's chest, yipping happily as he lifted his head up and nuzzled against Connor's chin, licking him excitedly.

It probably looked as awkward as it felt. Connor tried to cradle the wriggling ball of energy in his hands just as he was instructed to do so, though it proved difficult over the persistent wet nose in his face. But Connor didn't seem to mind, he smiled softly and said, "'Hello' to you too."

Jim had to suppress the urge to coo so hard. Instead he pulled out his device and took a picture of Connor with his new friend. "You two are too cute," he smiled, as he quickly sent the picture to Connor. "You'll have to tell me what you decide to call him."

Connor looked up at the sound of his picture being taken. For a moment, he looked confused. Though he didn't have much time to consider 'why' that had happened before the furry ball of energy beckoned for his attention once again.

"He doesn't have a name?" So...he had to decide on one himself?

"No, not really... we usually just call him 'boy' or 'junior' and he comes running, but you should think of a proper name for him. It'll be a nice way for you to bond."

Not that Jim thought Connor would have much difficulty with that, if this little moment was anything to go by.

"All right." Connor glanced back down at the dog in his arms who tilted his head comically in response. Logically, it would be sufficient to call him 'boy' and keep that name since it was something he was already accustomed to, but that probably wouldn't be very personal.

"I've never named anything before but I'm sure I can think of something." He observed. With another glance up he nodded, "Thank you for all of your help, Jim."

Jim nodded promptly, happy to have been able to help Connor find himself a new friend. "Don't mention it," he said, petting the puppy's head and scratching his ears, then patting Connor's shoulder lightly. "And if you need any help at all, just let me know. I'll do what I can."

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