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the grass is always greener...

Laurie lies upon a field of flowers, Spot chasing the butterflies, her bag with her books, her papers and her pencils emptied next to her. She'd tried to write a few lines but all she ended up with were some dry lines, which she'd ended up erasing and erasing.

"This is hard," she sighs, rolling over on her stomach, peeking through the wildflowers, watching Spot try to catch a butterfly with his mouth, but the gorgeous orange sulphur flitted away just in time. It made her laugh softly. "But I guess you're having an even harder time, huh?"

Spot trots over and nudges Laurie's head. She reaches up and scatches that one place behind his ear that he loves getting scratched.

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"Yea...it really is pretty." Laurie briefly looks away, scratching behind Spot's other ear, then turning back to Axl, smile now at a eighty-eight-point-five degrees notch. "This is my first time using the sensoriums, actually. I usually just walk in on someone else."

"I spend a lot of time in here," Axl admitted. "More for target practice than just relaxing, though." Then again, he found target practice to be a form of relaxation in itself, so maybe it wasn't really that different.

"Yea, there was a lot of practicing going on whenever I entered the sensoriums when someone else was using them."

"I guess with the level of combined firepower some of the people on the crew have, it's a good thing we've got this place to keep us from tearing holes in Stacy's walls or something." He flopped forward to lie on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. "But this is pretty nice, too."

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Laurie takes a note from his relaxed posture to lean back on her palms, sighing. "You kinda sound like you haven't seen a lot of flowers like these before."

"There was an, uh, incident back home, before I was activated. Space colony crashed into Earth, so the climate got kinda wacky and it threw a lot of pollutants around. It's been getting better, but it's still pretty rare to find anything like...well, like this."

Laurie makes a confused face. "...activated?" she says this quite quietly. She makes a face at the words "pollutants". "Ugh. It sounds terrible!" Not to mention it must have wiped out a lot of places with people still living in them.

"It's got a lot of problems, but...home is home." Axl shrugged. "I've heard that a lot of stuff used to be better, but it's kinda hard to miss the stuff I never saw in the first place." Not like some of the other Hunters he knew, who'd watched their world go from okay to bad to worse. It took some mental stretching for him to imagine what things must've been like before the wars started.

"-- not that I'd let anyone screw it up worse, though," he amended. It was a real scrapheap of a world, after eight wars, but it was his scrapheap.

Laurie thinks about what Axl has said and nods her head when she comes to a conclusion. Her home had not been all fun and sugar-candy, what with the anti-mutant riots and organizations, but it had been home. The only one she had known.

She smiles at his last words. "Preserving things is important." She looks down at the pup in her lap and her smile grows. "Kinda like how we take care of things that require our love and attention."

Axl's gaze followed Laurie's to the puppy, and he grinned. "I think he's pretty lucky to have someone like you taking care of him."

Laurie blushes tomato red. "Th-thanks!"

"Just the truth as I see it!" Axl wasn't sure if he could elaborate on that point without blushing himself, though, so he went for a polite almost-subject change. "How long have you had him?"

"About a month," she scratches Spot's muzzle, the pup making semi-purring sounds. "He's a handful though."

Since shore leave, then. "I guess that explains the colors." He paused. "Well, at least...purple and green wasn't normal for dogs where I'm from, but I don't know much about your world." You couldn't really assume anything, with a population as diverse as this one, but sometimes he caught himself about to do it anyway.

"He's an alien dog. The dogs back home had spots...but they were black and white and all over their bodies." Spot looks up at Axl, blinking his alien puppy eyes.

Axl held out a hand for Spot to sniff, a bit cautiously -- Spot might've been small and harmless-looking, but that didn't mean he might not bite.

(Come to think of it, Hyenard had made a few jokes to that effect about Axl, back in the day.)

Spot sniffs Axl's hand, hopping off of Laurie's lap and circling the boy, still sniffing. Detective Alien Canine.

Hopefully robot-smell wouldn't weird him out too much. Then again, maybe alien dogs would be used to that sort of stuff?

You ran into interesting questions, zipping around on an interdimensional meatship!

Spot comes around to the front and snifts Axl's cheek. Then...waiting...

He licks it, and yips excitedly.

"He likes you," Laurie says.

Axl laughed. "That's a relief. I mean, I've been through way worse than a dog bite, but that doesn't mean I'd want to get bit or anything."

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