Waylon purred contentedly as something stroked his back.
"M-More." Waylon wined gripping onto the arm petting him.
"Common Walyon, it's time for breakfast." Miles smiled wholeheartedly.
"Ah."
Waylon's hair poofed up in response to Miles' offer.
"Lisa."
"Yes Lisa is here already."
Waylon shot up combing his bedhead with his hands as Miles chuckled at his attempt to flatten his cow lick.
Exiting the bedroom Waylon's eyes shot straight to the patio door where Lisa sat waiting for Waylon.
"No bud not before you eat, then you can go play."
Waylon gave Miles what humans called puppy dog eyes making his owner cave.
"Well, our guests are still asleep.."
Waylon smiled as Miles cracked the door ajar for him.
"Five minutes."
Waylon nodded as he bounded out to greet his friend.
"Lisa!"
"Waylon."
Waylon felt his cheeks heat up as Lisa stared at him inquisitively.
"How've been?"
"Great now that you're here!"
Lisas fair skin flushed pink as she turned away meekly.
"Oh, Walyon."
Waylon smiled as the two brushed against one another.
"How have you been?"
Lisa smiled uncomfortably as she looked out at the sunrise.
"I-I don't know."
"What's wrong?" Walyon squeezed Lisas hand.
"Blake has, Well, he is seeing things again, I don't think he's taking his meds."
Lisa turned to Waylon "He's been holding himself up in his study and, I-I can hear him crying though the walls at night."
Waylon knew Lisas owner, Blake, suffered from intense trauma leading as far back as his childhood. However he was as harmless as a house fly and as gentle as a mother to Lisa.
"He'll get better Lisa. Maybe I should ask Miles to pay him a visit. It'll probably cheer him up."
Lisa's smile didn't quite reach her eyes but Walyon felt he had lightened her burden greatly.
"I should get going, it looks like your owner is trying to get your attention."
Waylon turned to see Trager holding a lit cig as Miles struggled to open the sliding door.
"Out!" Miles shoved Trager onto the patio as he grabbed Waylon up into his arms.
"Did you enjoy your time outside Waylon?" Miles cooed as he shut the door behind him.
"Lisa sad."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Why is Lisa sad?"
Waylon moisented his lips as it was hard talking in human speech.
"Blake."
"He's not doing good again huh bud?" Miles sighed as he sat Waylon down onto the counter to finish breakfast.
"Mhhm." Waylon shook his head.
"I'll go talk to him before me and Trager go to work then."
Waylon and Miles sat in silence after that as he finished making the food.
Loud banging sound resinated from down the hall as Miles turned off the stove.
"Sounds like Eddie's up."
Waylon froze as the growls became more noticeable.
"I'll go get Trager to let him out."
Waylon watched as Miles disappeared from view as the banging became even more persistent.
Trager and Miles emerged a few minutes later smelling of stale smoke.
"Honestly, Trager, you should think about quitting."
"Eh? My job doesn't require me to parkour over shrubs to get the latest scandal. I think I'll be fine, you vulture."
"I'm a journalist, not some stalker."
Miles muttered as the two went towards the guest bedroom.