Then there were two [Fletcher, come pick up your dog, open to others]

[birthmural]

In the days after shore leave, Daimon had his hands full. He had managed to find new owners for all of the puppies he had saved, all but two. The green urchin that always followed him around, even if he did not want it too, and another puppy. The second one, at least, did not climb all over him.

It was walk time and he strolled through hydroponics, keeping a close eye on them and hoping they would relieve themselves here instead of on the floor of St Peter's Basilica this time.

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[greennotgold]

Fletcher had almost forgotten what the Hydroponics area was like after spending so long in GLaDOS's grip. It was nice and relaxing here, even though his mind was racing with ideas on how to start up his food-growing operations. Work usually wasn't stressful for him; just the opposite.

As he walked about, looking around at all of the lovely plants, he noticed a man with a pair of... small animals. Puppies? A weird green one, and a more normal-looking one. "Ah, hello!"

[birthmural]

"Greetings." Daimon replied.

The weird green looking puppy started barking- or rather making an odd noise that sounded like someone muffling their laughter. Its tail wasn't wagging so much as mimicking the blades of a helicopter, moving so fast it looked like it was spinning. Daimon immediately bent down to pick it up before it either ran off or attacked Fletcher with kisses, not because he liked it or anything. Yeah, right.

"Perhaps a young child man such as yourself would be interested in caring for a puppy?" Why not? He had to get rid of them and he seemed to be old enough to take on the responsibility. Also, he was getting desperate.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher blinked in surprise and stared at the green one as its tail whirred about, and stepped closer once it was picked up. "Me? Really? I like dogs, but..."

The brown one stepped closer to Fletcher, seemingly wary. He looked down at it, and squatted and held out a hand, which it accepted and started to lick.

[birthmural]

"I think a boy such as yourself could use a companion on this ship." Daimon had the faintest of smiles on his face.

[greennotgold]

The puppy continued licking his hand until he moved it to pat him on the head, and Fletcher smiled. "I guess that's true... My family's not here." He looked up at the man. "You don't mind, though? I mean, isn't he yours?"

[birthmural]

"I am only his temporary caretaker until he can find a more suitable home. I would be more than happy for you to take him." Daimon scritched his own puppy behind its long ears.

[greennotgold]

After hesitating for a second, Fletcher picked the puppy up. It didn't seem to mind, so he held it close and stood up. Well, things were going pretty good today, weren't they? "Thank you very much! I really appreciate it!"

Seriously, it's not every day you randomly meet a guy who gives you a puppy.

[birthmural]

Certainly not on the meatship. "You are very welcome. Take good care of him."

[greennotgold]

Fletcher nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you!" he said again, and then set the small dog down, knelt down in front of him, and proceeded to pet him some more.