''Socks and dogs''. Ch.3.
Law has left the house and is walking down a road with Bepo held tightly against his chest. Before leaving he wrapped him in a blanket to avoid unnecessary stares and questions from policemen. After all, a bear in a city? Not exactly legal! Though in this case, he did have all the required documents for keeping him, but in the midst of everything he didn't want to waste even more time looking for them. So he doesn't have them on person!
''Though i'm far from happy with what has happened with Bepo, it feels reassuring to see someone else suffering.'' This being said to Killer, who was following in tow for currently unknown reasons.
''The clear signs of intoxication on your nose are very appealing to me, but i doubt it's enough to make you so delusional as to follow ME around. So why is that you are here?''
Grumble. Grumble. Grunt. Grumble.
''I will take that as 'I didn't want to be around those socks, when they are taken out of that room and still in the process of washing'.''
Grunt.
''Fine. You can follow me for the time being.''
After several blocks and a lot of walking, they finally managed to find a veterinarian that not only accepted Bepo as a patient, but actually knew what he was doing... or so he wanted to believe.
The vet took him immediately in for detoxification.
Meanwhile, Law waited outside in the waiting room.
Killer, who also required a similar procedure was treated by the only nurse in the clinic, who left to god-knows-where after that.
Right now, Killer is waiting alongside Law.
Law spoke up. ''You know, i just realized that i could have gotten a cab. Why the hell did i even go all this way?''
Killers response was a simple grunt, grunt, grumble.
Law sighed. ''You are right. Walking is that much more healthier. If only you could always be so calm and non-barking, then, perhaps, i wouldn't dislike you as much.''
Killer looked up at him surprised.
The man and dog conversation was interrupted by the vet coming out of the 'dark room' as he called it. ''I think, i managed..''
''You think?'' Law asked with a twich in his eye.
''I'm sure, i managed..''
''What, now your are sure?''
The vet cleared his throat. 'This ones going to be a hard one. The human, i mean.'
''Yes, i positive, that i managed to treat your polar cub, but he will need to rest for the night, here, in this clinic. I attached him to a system. I will take it out tomorrow morning and then you can bring him back home. I promise to get him back on his feet by then.'' Said the vet and to brighten up the air (which was starting to smother him), he added. ''But, mannnnn, was he intoxicated! What happened to him?''
''That's a long 'and you are better off not knowing kind of' story.''
''Aa.. haa?.. Ok, then.''
''Would you mind, if i spend the night here?''
''I don't think that's a good idea.''
''I insist.''
''I still don't think that's a very good idea.''
''I 'will cut your throat and hang your guts on the wall, if you don't agree' insist!''
''Ok, then. If you insist. Make yourself at home!''
''Thank you for your understanding.''
''Well, i do want to live a day longer.''
''Don't we all?!''
The vet laughed half-heartedly while Law only smiled his trade mark smirk.
The vet easyed his mind with the thought that, at least this conversation was over. Or so it seemed. To his utter horror Law continued.
''Though, i hope you realize, that, if you haven't treated him back to full health by tomorrow morning like you promised, a day will the longest you can live.''
''... I think i will go check up on that bear.'' And so he high-tailed it out of the waiting room and deeper into his clinic, where all the animals are kept.
Law smirked, feeling very content with the vets reaction.
Just when Law was starting to think that he needed to find new ways to amuse himself (the vet would apparently avoid him till this was over), his phone suddenly started ringing.
Phone call...
''Hello, there, Eustass-ya. Did you need anything?''
''Emmm..? How's you bear?''
''Being treated. I seriously hope he can still be saved, but, if, per chance, he doesn't make it through, i'm blaming you.''
''What? Why me? How is this my fault?''
''It's was your lack of parenting for those poor socks that brought this upon us, and NOW my Bepo has to bear the consequences.''
''Parenting? How is that considered parenting? Those are just SOCKS! I just wore then till they got all dirty and smelly and then na da.''
''Exactly! You used them and then left without saying something. You are a horrible person!''
''Are we really talking about my socks? Or are you still mad about that one time when Bepo first arrived and i accidentally threw him in the dish washer and accidentally forgot him there?''
''Never.. mention.. that.. again. And why are you even calling?''
''Oh, yeah, i forgot.''
''Forgetting seems to be quite the hobby for you.''
''Now i remember.''
''Really? What an unexpected surprise.''
''How do you wash socks?''
''Put them in the washing machine. Add a bit of washing powder. I repeat.. A.. BIT.. OF.. WASHING.. POWDER.. FOR CLOTHES.. By bit i meant a few eating spoons AT MOST. And by washing powder i mean the bottle that has a 'Washing powder' label on it with a picture of clothes under it. It's not the powder you like to smoke with your biker friends on a Friday night.''
''I KNOW THAT! How stupid do you think i am?''
''On a scale from 1 to 10?.. 10'000'000!''
''That's a lot of zeros!''
''Just shows how much of an idiot you are!''
''Hey! You can't insult me!''
''I just did!''
''You fur-loving bastard!''
''I forgot to mention. The vet said that Bepo will have to stay the night here, so i'm staying with him.''
''..Got it.''
''..But don't think you can slack off till then.''
''I won't. You don't trust me at all, do you?''
''You are too much of an idiot to trust. Oh, and by the time i get back i want those socks smelling like dandelions on sunny summer day. Think you can manage THAT?''
''Yeah, yeah.''
''You better.''
''And, if i don't? What then? You planning on strangling me with those skinny legs of yours?''
''No. I will put your pictures from last Christmas on Facebook.''
''YOU TOLD ME YOU ERASED THEM!''
''I did.. from the camera. Before that i uploaded them on my flash-drive. Oh so sorry, did i forget to mention that?''
''YES.''
''In any case, as long as you wash those socks PROPERLY and pay for the treatment expenses, we, i mean you, won't have any problems.''
''Wait a sec there, fur-lover! What treatment expenses?''
''For Bepo's medical care, of course. You have such a short memory span, Mister Eustass, just like a goldfish. I'm surprised you actually manage to do anything!''
''I AM NOT A GOLDFISH!''
''Maybe, your body isn't, but your brains definitely ARE.''
''ARE NOT.''
''Are too.''
''ARE NOT!''
''Are too.''
''FUCK YOU!''
''Keep dreaming!''
''I DO NOT DREAM SUCH VIAL THINGS!''
''You sure about that?''
''What?''
''I heard you moaning quite a bit last night.''
''THAT WAS KILLER HAVING A STOMACHACHE!''
''Sure didn't sound like it.''
''I'M NOT LYING! IT WAS YOUR COOKING THAT DID THAT TO HIM!''
''There is nothing wrong with my cooking, Eustass-ya. Wait! You gave my cooking to that dog? How dare you? I forbid you from doing that!''
''Well, if i had known it would give him stomach cramps, i wouldn't have given it to him!''
(Law) ''This phone call is over!''
(Kid) ''FINE!''
Beep. Beep. Beep. Was the only sound heard on Law's end. Killer had fallen asleep long before the phone call started, so he didn't make any comentary on it.
As for Kid's side.. He didn't hear the beeping sound from his phone, since he was too busy listening around the room, for the socks were coming to get him. Survival game. START!
