"You're too nice, Master Sergeant."
But he had been sitting out all alone in the rain! What else could he have done?
Master Sergeant Kain Fuery sighed. At least the dog had found a home with Lieutenant Hawkeye.
Maybe he was too nice. He couldn't help but pity any and all stray animals, dogs and cats alike. They all seemed so sad and alone. If the dorms would only allow pets... Fuery had mentioned that once, more to himself, but the reply he got was, "If the dorms allowed pets you'd have every stray in Central."
True or false? Sadly, very true, and Fuery knew it. But sometimes knowing he had a problem wasn't quite enough.
He carried around some dog treats some days, and for every stray dog he saw he doled out one, and he'd stop to pet every cat he saw. If it was raining, he'd help it find a dry place (though he had learned not to take them to the nice and dry dorms).
This evening alone he'd stopped to comfort four or five dogs and a cat. After that he decided that was enough for the night, but three of the dogs continued following him like overgrown ducklings following their mother. Edward Elric's comment resurfaced and Fuery sighed.
"I am too nice..."
Three Stray Dogs...