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Fantasy Age of the Black flag

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She smiles and looks over to the clothes noticing they are dry now. She lifts him up out of the water "time to hope our Owen" she smiles climbing out of the hot spring drying herself off quickly and wrapping the towel around her before drying Owen and helping him get changed
 
He'd go up onto his feet, stretching his arms. His eyes looked at the bathhouse, kicking his feet as he sighed a bit. He'd walked over to the door, walking into the lobby area. Sherlock suddenly bolts forward, sprinting as fast as he can.

"S-Sherlock!" He'd shout, stumbling after him. He'd stumble over some poor lad who was in his way and chased his dog.

"Sherlock! Get back here!" Sherlock continued to sprint toward an opening, seeing the hot spring. He'd sprint with his tongue out of his mouth. He'd sprint out toward the hot spring, suddenly plunging himself into the water the two was in. He'd float onto the surface, his tongue out in a blissful, stupid expression as he pants and enjoys himself.

"Sherl-" He'd halt and face palm, embarrased as the dog had jumped into the pool,

"Son of a-"
 
She looked behind her at the dog in the water her ears shooting straight up "oh no.." a million thoughts run through her head as she quickly runs to the pool jumping in after the dog to stop him drowning. Once she's in the pool holding the dog to her chest she realizes what she just did and goes bright red "oh no.." she mumbles trying to figure out what to do
 
The dog barked and went up to float in the water, paddling to keep himself sturdy. Once she went to hold him, he'd paddle over to wrap his paws over her shoulders, licking her cheek happily. Damian looked down and turned bright red in embarrassment of his idiot of a dog.
 
She tried to avoid the dogs tongue as she pollen around internally freaking out. At least the dog wasn't drowning but now she was at a serious risk of accidentally exposing herself to someone she had just met.
 
He turned down to Owens, and nodded, taking his hand and guiding him to the bathroom.

"Y-Yeah, come." He'd quickly try to exit the area.
 
owen starts peeing. Luckily for Owen and unluckily for Damian, Owen is still not wearing pants, underwear, shoes, or socks.
 
"w-wait! C-c-can you please g-g-get me a towel.. Mines uh. Wet.." she blushes and uses the dog to cover her chest as her towel is practically see through now
 
Damian looked down and finally noticed this, his eyes widening as he suddenly looked around violently trying to reach for a towel to cover Owen.

"One second!" He shouted, flustered. The dog thought of her using him to cover her body as cuddles, and used this as permission to kiss her cheek more with his tongue.
 
She squeaked and tried to avoid the dogs tongue blushing hard "p-please s-stoppp" she whines whimpering in embarrassment.
 
Sherlock, being a dog, kept licking her face, keeping his paws up on her shoulders and stopping to panting a bit, enjoying himself.
 
She moves the to the edge pushing the dog out of the water and hiding behind the ledge looking up at them with wide flustered eyes as she awaits a towel
 
Turning to Owen, he'd look over to Aya, and picking up another towel. He'd escort the boy over to the edge of the pool, looking at Sherlock and scolding at him temporarily, before taking Aya by her shoulders and lifted her up onto the edge on her feet, quickly and swiftly wrapping the towel around her. He had a head towel for her, wrapping her hair up neatly in the towel. He'd tighten it up nice and good, and turned over to Sherlock, walking over to find another towel to burrito him up.

"I guess somone wanted to go for a swim.."
 
Ava whimpers quietly to herself looking down the towel falling off her head and her hair falling around her shoulders. She silently walks to the change rooms in shame blushing hard the entire way
 
He'd sigh, shaking his head and turning to the dog, who, like an idiot, panted happily. He'd grab him and lifted him up on his shoulder, walking out of the bathhouse.

"Son of a bitch, you."

Sherlock barked.
 
"...i know owen.. I know.." she went into the change rooms and quickly put her clothes on and drying her hair. She put owens pants on him and tied her hair up. She held his hand and walked him out of the bath house. She caught eye contact with Damien and froze slightly blushing and looking away. She nibbled on her lip "i-is Sherlock ok..?"
 
Sherlock barked as if to answer.

"Shut up." Damian responded.

He turned back to her, a visable red on his face.

"Yeah, he's alright. He's a knucklehead, thats what he is. Are you okay, darling?" He'd look down at her and tilted his head a bit. Sherlock panted and walked over to her, pawing at her ankle.

"Sherlock, you cause enough havock, quit messing around."
 
She blushed and nodded still not being able to look him in the eyes. She obviously ignored the name he called her instead she crouches down to pet Sherlock "y-you scared me there.."
 

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