-- My Dog Is Named Scruffy --
- Stay -
Gradually, Franziska's breathing evened out and soon she was asleep. She probably didn't weigh much more than 110 pounds, the detective figured. But 110 pounds of dead weight on your lap isn't very comfortable...
The detective sighed. She had obviously meant for him to stay in the chair when she had ordered him to sit there, but as she had not expressly ordered him to keep sitting there, he felt that he could take a few liberties with the command, or rather the lack thereof.
And, once he reached that decision, Dick Gumshoe lifted Franziska von Karma into his arms and carried her from the chair to the couch. He laid her down gently, then took off his trademark trenchcoat and covered her up with it. He hated to admit it, but she was actually kind of cute when she wasn't making his life miserable. The detective sighed and settled in next to her on the couch. He would stay, of course.
Because Scruffy was a good dog.
-tbc-
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