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"YOU KNOW, YOU'RE REALLY KILLING MY MOOD, RIGHT NOW," NAT MOCKINGLY POUTS, "WHY THE LONG FACE, SHERIFF?"
Noah merely rolls his eyes at her in response, not even glancing at her as he climbs out of the car.
Nat follows him out with a huff, watching as Noah bends down into the back of the car, "Oh, come on, dude-!"
"Don't call me 'dude'. I get enough of that from Stiles." Noah interrupts, his face scrunching up in disgust as he steps away from the car, a dog lead in his hand. He whistles a short high-pitched tune, and the dog comes bounding out of the car- his back leg wobbles, making Noah reach out to support him- but, that doesn't seem to stop the dog from barking happily up at the man.
"Your acting like we're taking this dog to it's funeral!" she finishes, ignoring his comment. Noah walks around the car towards her, the dog at his heels. At Nat's words, he sighs, turning towards the dog. The dog immediately sits beside him, his head tilting up in curiosity at the pair, his tail wagging excitedly.
"He doesn't seem to care." Noah decides after a beat, turning back to Nat with a nonchalant shrug.
Nat furrows her eyebrows, crouching down next to the dog and cooing softly, "You do care don't you, buddy?" Nat reaches out to scratch behind his ears, the dog letting out a happy bark at the attention he's receiving, "Sheriff, look at him!" she beams, smiling up at Noah widely.
Noah reluctantly looks down at them, a small (involuntary) smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey! Did you see that?" Nat asks the dog with a grin, patting him softly on his head, "We got a smile; oh, yes we did! That means he likes you!"
She gives him one last pat on the head, before standing back up next to the Sherriff, "Can we keep him?"
"No," he immediately replies, stepping past Nat and pushing open the door to the Beacon Hill's vets, "You're enough trouble as it is."
"Ouch." Nat mutters, watching as the dog, who Nat is now dubbing as 'Buddy' (since she gained a happy little pant the first time she called him that), quickly limps after Noah, eager not to be left behind.
"Hey, I see somebody's ready to get their stitches out!" Deaton exclaims with a smile, as Noah gently ushers Buddy towards the vet.
"Scotty!" Nat greets with a wide smile, happy to see her friend (who's part of the reason she had practically begged Noah to let her come with him to the vets, in the first place- the other reason, being that she's a sucker for anything small and cute).
"Hey there, Scott. You staying out of trouble?" Noah smiles, turning his attention away from Buddy for a second to speak to Scott.
"Yeah..." Scott trails, stunned by their sudden appearance. Nat, seeing his dazed state, nudges him gently with her elbow, a playful glare in her eyes. She walks over to Buddy, watching as Deaton slowly unwraps his little bandage that encases his back left leg.
