At first it seems like the technique isn’t yielding much result ( and he wonders whether he should move on to step 2: adding a slightly piteous whine to the mix ) but then Lucky catches the slight motion of the head. Success !! He moves from his previous spot, padding over to the man’s table, keeping his speed regular – can’t seem too eager either.
“ruff?”
Oh, the meal does smell good from here. His stomach lets loose a remarkably well-timed rumble, and Lucky wags his tail hopefully.
Richard smiles at the noise the dog emitted then, wondering just when did it have its last meal. Judging by the loudness of it, it wasn’t recent at all. He himself, know how it feels to go without food for long periods of time, though the cop is conditioned better than others to tolerate the hunger. Lifting the plate of the table, (already more than half consumed by his own perviously grumbling stomach), before gently sliding it over on the slightly dusty floor to the canine.
The action is followed by a frown, a thought spoken aloud, “Where ’re you from?” His hand moves to ruffle the other’s fur, but hovers there waiting for some sort of signal that conveyed the dog’s consent.
