Chapter 63: Too little Silence
(A/N: *awkwardly waves* Hello again lol :P I'm so sorry for not updating with new chapters lately! It's literally been months since I've added any new chapters- pathetic, I know XO But I hope the next few new chapters will make up for it! :) I hope I will steadily grow to have a more consistent writing schedule again- but even if I don't, please don't think I've given up on this story! I'm determined to get it done (no clue as to when, tho, lol), so I appreciate your patience and support as the reader!
This chapter and the next few will definitely stray for the WiR dialogue and scenes, but I can see this general idea and the ones to follow happening between our Hero's Cuties in the movie between the scenes lol Hope all enjoy!)
"...Oh, and if you can believe it, Mr.Litwak is only in his fifties! Which is fairly youngish for a human to live, I think. It sounds so old to us dogs, but apparently, humans can live an awful lot longer than we can! Pretty neat, huh? Mr.Litwak's Nana, for example, is close to being 90 years old! Can you even imagine living such a long life?" Felix paused to eye up at Calhoun with dobbing eyes as he sighed dreamfully. "Just think about what wonderful and downright beautiful things she's seen and heard in all her days..."
The doberman spoken to pointedly eyed down at the chatty, rambling corgi beside her and fought back the urge to growl. Too bad you won't live that much longer to find out, she hissed threateningly in her own mindset.
Instead of following through with that unspoken threat, Calhoun pressed ever forward, narrowing her eyes as she forced them back onto the road before her and stared straight ahead unfazed. The light mist falling in the town of Frogger clouded the K-9's vision, causing her beautiful blue eyes to narrow in annoyance that much more. The dewiness landed on her jet black back, making her shiny coat glisten even more under the street lamps above them...and earning a few too many extra goo-goo eyes from her tiny male companion beside her.
"...I've heard Nana tell Stefanie some of her crazy shenanigans as a child, which would've been a loooong time ago. Things must've been so different than how things are today. I mean, puppies could actually play outdoors without their parents worrying about getting mercilessly hit by some, some hooligans like we have today! Pardon my potty mouth. It's just that..."
Huffing quietly, Calhoun rubbed her tongue over her bottom teeth in growing annoyance. If he says 'Pardon my potty mouth' one more time...
It was honestly getting harder for the doberman to believe that it had been only a few hours since she had met Felix and since they had embarked on their journey to find his no-good colleague, Ralph.
It felt as if she had always known the corgi- in a bad way.
Regrettably, in few hours since he quite literally crashed into her life, Calhoun now knew way too much knowledge about her new little 'sidekick' of sorts- that he was technically what's called a miniature corgi, that he got his marked looks from his father, that he was thankfully adopted by a man named Mr.Litwak a puppy, that he loved bacon flavored kibble 'something awful' more than he did the duck flavored ones, that he knew some old crazy woman named Nana, and a ton of other useless information...
Along with some accidentally revealed knowledge about him as well.
Being trained to study and silently take in knowledge about others' body language and overall demeanor, Calhoun considered herself skilled at reading into fellow animals and taking them for who they really were...
Except was that Ralph dog. That idiot getting by her somehow and allowing him to snuggle his way to being the head honcho on her unit wasn't her greatest moment, Calhoun would embarrassingly admit.
But getting to chew into that mastiff like a puppy with a milk bone on Christmas day will be completely worth it, she smirked silently to herself.
"...I would concur that puppies just have a harder life nowadays," Felix rambled on, "what with having to survive in this terrible ole' world we live in now. Little kittens, too- although, they seem like they can hold their own a little easier than we dogs can." He shocked Calhoun by actually pausing in his constant talking to chuckle a little. "Oh, man- we've seen many a cat in my pet shop, and boy, do they sell quickly! There was this one man who came in and..."
Rolling her eyes upwards again, Calhoun sighed loudly- but knew Felix wouldn't pick up on how exasperated she was getting.
The second they began their trek from the hospital grounds, Felix hadn't stopped to even take a breath before he began to try to make small talk with the doberman- which she didn't engage in return. Giving up in trying to get her to conversate with him, the corgi resorted to humming a quiet song...which Calhoun purposely stopped walking to glare at him for. Not seeming to understand that his new female companion just didn't want to talk and that she was too focused on finding Ralph to engage in conversation...and that she just wanted silence..., the corgi pressed on undeterred, launching into a descriptive story about his pup years- and hadn't stopped talking since.
Somewhere earlier during his long-winded spill about his award-winning father, Calhoun figured out that Felix was a talker- and that he was like most others by hating to hear the horrible sound of awkward silence ringing in his ears. She quickly picked up on the fact that he was desperate to fill the void (that she had been purposely leaving) by rambling on and on- even if she herself stayed quiet otherwise.
That was so different from Calhoun, the polar opposite of her, in fact...as she was learning that everything about this corgi was.
Sergeant Calhoun honestly preferred silence over small talk and conversation and noise in general. She viewed silence as an escape- where there was silence, there nothing said that shouldn't have been said, nothing heard that shouldn't have been heard, no feelings that be shouldn't have been felt... and for that, silence mostly meant peace to Calhoun. Usually.
Besides, she knew, she did had a loud, intense occupation as a job, after all, with noises and sounds that were often sharp and piercing- and something she was confronted with every day and every other second. And on top of that, as the head canine of the department, Calhoun bearly had any real, quiet down time to herself...
Although she didn't mind that too much. Being busy forced her to stay out of her own mind, to focus on what was truly important- and to not live so much in the past.
But still, such a demanding job gets taxing after many years of enduring it, so the doberman valued her rare times of silence...
Which she knew she wasn't going to get much of with chatter-box Felix around.
"...Can you believe Gene said that to Glen?" He suddenly woofed out, his random rambling capturing Calhoun's attention again after it had strayed. "I mean, sure- Glen can be pretty snappy for a turtle, but he's not mean. Well, I guess Gene really isn't mean either, per se; I think he's pretty misjudged. He just hasn't quite learned tact yet or when it's not best to speak you what's on your mind or when it's best to just be quiet..."
Intentionally snorting at his last words, Calhoun couldn't help but smirk and roll her eyes yet again. Sure, she had gathered that Felix was a smart pup- but not the most observant dog she'd ever met.
As the two walked through this town then that one, this little city right into the next, Calhoun found that Felix dumped even more new, pointless facts about his life on her... and she found that all that useless information, purposely revealed or not, had anywhere else to go but into her mind. There, it was forced to bounce around in her head, slamming repeatedly against her brain's walls...
But Calhoun was surprised to further find herself retaining it all, nonetheless. She could now win at any 'Felix-Trivia' posed to her...and for whatever reason, that made the hardcore police dog hiddenly smile.
And as they walk, the hours after hours began to feel like mere minutes after minutes, moments after moments- and Calhoun steadily found that she was getting to where she didn't really mind Felix' constant talking, even. It made the time go by so fast...being with Felix made the time go by fast in a strange way, no matter how much random, pointless yet somehow important facts he shared.
Besides, the doberman further reasoned as she eyed down at her gabby companion with a smile, his deep, 'awful' adorable southern accent makes his rambling on a little bit easier to tolerate.
