Ridha groaned as he woke up, the air smelling of sweat and alcohol. He sighed, his face suddenly becoming very wet. "Caesa..." He growled, there was a high pitched whine, as he felt his face then being dried by a huge ball of fluff. He opened his green eyes slowly, the sudden light stinging his eyes. "Hey boy," He said softly, rolling over to look at his fairly large dog.
'Morning Ridha,' He heard the deep familiar voice of his dog say.
"Is dad home?" He yawned, now running Caesa's belly.
'You mean that drink bastard that you call your father?' He panted slightly because of the belly rub, 'Yes. He stumbled through the door at around three this morning.' He stood up onto his four fluffy, white legs, stretching out.
"Caesa... I don't care what you think about him; he's my dad." He rolled over and stood up onto the torn-up green, carpet floor
'As I said, that drunk bastard you call your father,' He began running in circles, chasing his own grey-Brown-white patchy tail.
"Whatever," Ridha mumbled, he bent down to next to his half-broken bedside table, before picking his clothes off the blue beanbag there. "Is dad in his bedroom, or on the sofa, this time?"
Caesa stopped running around, poking his nose out of the door. 'He's in his bedroom. Smells like someone threw up in here though.' Caesa sneezed
"Damn it." Ridha huffed, pulling his white, long-sleeved top on.
''M hungry' Caesa growled, 'We got any food?'
"I think so." He pulled his dark blue jeans over his natural tanned skin. "Was thinking we could go to that burger place you liked for lunch today,"
Caesa drooled on the carpet slightly, 'That place with the juicy burgers?'
Ridha rolled his eyes, "Well I wouldn't know, would I?" He grabbed his blue hoodie from his bed, pulling out on quickly.
'Can I eat this mince?' He vaguely heard Caesa call
"Does it smell okay?" He bent down and grabbed a couple of socks off the floor, before pushing the oak door open.
Caesa chucked, 'I think it's going off a bit,' Ridha looked at the dog, before it continued speaking, 'Can I eat it, or want me to leave it for the bastard?'
Ridha sighed at the name, "Just eat it." He snuffled, scrunching up his nose, "It fucking stinks in here." He yawned, "I'll clean it up later,"
Caesa munched on the meat happily, wagging his tail. He licked the dish clean, before looking up at Ridha, 'Wanna go to the park? It's a nice day outside.' He barked at Ridha, muzzle stained red with blood, 'Maybe you could draw me again?'
Ridha could hear the laugh in the dog's voice. He sighed softly. "Can you go get my bag for me?" He leaned up against the wall, wincing slightly as it creaked, before pulling his stocks on; one red, one blue.
The dog huffed, slipping past him into the teen's bedroom. Ridha walked over to the door, slipping his feet into the sites that were abandoned there. He reached up to the rotten pegs, grabbing his rough-fabric, black jacket. Caesa ran up to him, a tattered, dark green bag in his mouth. Ridha pulled his jacket on, taking his bag from Caesa's jaws. "Thanks."
Caesa shuffled nervously on his feet, 'Could you, err, open the door so I could use the, um, garden... facilities?' Caesa sat down, staring at the door.
Ridha chucked, opening the red door. The dog scrambled out of the door, running into the uncut, long grass. Ridha stepped out of the door, pulling it shut behind him. He walked slowly over the gravely path towards the rusty tap at the bottom of the garden. He turned out slowly, letting a little bit of water into the slabbed basin.
"You done yet?" He called, letting his hand fall into the water.
'Yeah, yeah. Just let me-' Caesa growled, running out of the grass, his white mouth still staring red with the cows blood.
"C'mere." Ridha grabbed Caesa's mouth, shoving it under the water for a second. "Don't want anyone thinking that you mauled someone or anything."
The blood ran off Caesa's mouth, dripping into the basin. The dog pulled away violently, snapping its jaws displeased. 'So cruel,' He fake sniffed, pulling his best 'puppy dog eyes'
"Wow." He rubbed Caesa's head, starting to walk down the path towards the road, "C'mon lil' poochie."
Caesa growled, plodding down the path after him, 'Shuddup.' He huffed.