((Of course! ^^ And can you add that Killer had a crush on Frey and that Rookie has a crush on Elise?))
Rookie sat on the sidewalk next to the street, staring up at the guy behind the hot dog stand with wide, pleading eyes. He was pulling the whole puppy dog look. It usually worked, and Killer that sat next to him glaring, hated him for it. The hot dog guy was trying to ignore the two of them by trying to get people passing by to buy some, but his efforts were useless. As the hot dog guy and Rookie's eyes met, Rookie let his tail wag lightly, and he flung his head back in a slight bark before looking back at the hot dog guy.
The hot dog guy looked left, then right, and then left again before slipping his hand inside the hot dog cart, and pulling out two foil wrapped hot dogs. He quickly unwrapped them, and glanced up again left and right before walking around the cart and setting the two hot dogs at the side of the cart. As he returned to the cart, Killer and Rookie both hurried over to where the hot dogs were. They each took one, and started off down a nearby ally.
Through a mouthful of bun and hot dog, Killer growled,
"I don't see how you pull that off EVERY TIME!"Rookie smiled, stifling a laugh, but continued running down the alley before they stumbled upon two dogs; a German Sheppard and Rottweiler. Rookie pondered whether or not they should approach the two dogs. You never knew who was friendly and who wasn't; who would kill you for the hot dog in your mouth and who would simply ask for some. Rookie, being the friendly ball of sunshine he was, decided to just approach them. His paws led him to the two dogs where he sat in front of them, and cocked his head to the side before setting down the hot dog in front of him.
Rookie licked his lips, savoring the taste of the lovely juices from the hot dogs before introducing himself.
"Hi. I'm Rookie..." he introduced himself, his gaze pausing on the Rottweiler for a moment.
"Do I know you? You seem oddly familiar..." he questioned, his head tipping slightly more in curiosity.
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Before you knew it, Killer and Rookie were racing down the narrow ally, the closest escape route to them. The hot dog felt warm in his jaws, tempting him to eat the whole thing in one bite. He never understood how Rookie was so good at getting what he wanted. He'd just give a simple look, and it was as if the people read his mind and gave him what he wanted. Rookie had tried to teach Killer time after time, but it just wasn't something Killer could learn. It didn't bother him though. He just left it all up to Rookie; and they always got a meal, so he wasn't complaining!
At the end of the ally, Killer noticed two dogs, and his glaze jumped to Rookie, shooting him a look as if saying,
DON YOU DARE! Of course the dumb golden did it anyways. He padded right up to the dogs, and started talking. Killer on the other hand, stayed back a few paw steps, clinging to his hot dog. His gaze was narrowed as he watched the dogs carefully, thinking,
'No way they're getting MY hot dog...'~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Dakota shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable on the dumpster he lay on. He'd been asleep, and he didn't want to wake to find an empty stomach. His stomach growled, and it was inevitable; he was awake. He lifted his head, looking around the rather wide ally he was in. It was dirty, like the rest of the city and alleys around him. He sighed, not wanting to go in search of food, but he knew hunger would drive him to eventually lift him from his feet. Figuring he better cure the hunger gnawing at his stomach sooner than later, Dakota rose to his paws with a grunt and stretched his legs before looking around the ally once more. It was empty, the sounds of cars zooming by and people talking not far off. He shook his fur before hopping down off the dumpster, his paws pounding against the hard pavement. He licked his lips, hoping to taste food that wasn't there, and then yawned. Shaking himself once more, Dakota started off toward the street, hoping to find some sort of heaven of food.
Dakota looked left and right before leaving the ally, and almost immediately the smell of hot dogs met his nostrils. He felt his mouth begin to water and he followed the scent down the street where a lady sat with a hot dog on a bench. She looked full, and she wrapped up the hot dog in the foil that she held it in before tossing it into a nearby garbage can. Dakota licked his lips, waiting for the lady to leave before he would raid the can in search of the small morsel. She eventually waved down a taxi and was gone. In return, Dakota dashed for the garbage, and found the foil fairly easily. He quickly nabbed the food, and took off down a new ally. There was no one in this ally, and he looked back to make sure no human was following him. He had gotten lucky; no one was after him. He let out a sigh of relief before lying down on the pavement, and ripping open the foil to start the first part of his meal that he yet had to search for...