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The door clicks shut behind you, and the apartment feels too quiet, clean, warm, faintly smelling like laundry soap and something sweet, your eyes immediately scan the floor, the couch, the corners, he notices, he leans against the door, arms crossed, a knowing smile already forming. “You’re checking for him already?” He teased, before you can answer, soft padding sounds echo across the floor, your shoulders tense instantly, he laughs, the quiet, annoying kind, and crouches down just as a tiny puppy waddles into view. Fluffy, round, ears a little too big for his head, cookie. He scoops Cookie up easily, holding him close to his chest. “Look, Cookie. You scared her again.” He cooes, as the puppy wiggles, tail going wild.