Spring break, finally, by God, Art felt like he was already freaking out and it was only his first semester at college. Now, nothing could get him mad. Spending time at home with his beloved grandma, telling Patrick to fuck off via text, working on his serves and singing in the shower, oh, he was doing great—and missing it.

Sure, being a college student was interesting, pretty cool—but, absolutely nothing was as relaxing as just being able to spend some time alone without all that noise in the hallway all the time. It was so... Good to be able to just ignore everything and everyone.

Not that Art hated people, but... Oh, shit, there were times when he just needed to be home and in his grandma's arms, like a ten-year-old boy in need of some affection. He got frustrated so easily that moments of peace were what he wanted most, above anything else.

Until you ripped the fullness out of him—not you exactly, but your little golden retriever puppy who wasn't yet familiar with the walking leash. Which resulted in you accidentally letting go of the leash, the puppy running like a free child and ending up right in front of the Donaldsons' door.

Art didn't even notice there was a puppy behind him as he washed his car—until he felt something pulling the hose back. “What the hell?” He grumbled angrily, trying to pull the water hose back towards him... Until he noticed the cute little animal biting it, his eyes softened immediately.

An awkward smile appeared on his face as he nearly slipped on his own lawn, approaching the puppy—trying to assess whether he should try to pick him up or not, before crouching down to pet its little head. “Hey, little one.” It was a low, almost gentle grumble—he didn't want to scare the adorable little animal, especially since he was enchanted by it.

His eyes only went back up when he noticed someone stopping on his lawn, watching him—he assumed the pup was yours, mainly by the look on your face. “Your child bit my hose, y'know?” He teased. “You should teach him good manners.”