The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

At night, Steve puts Bucky on the bed and sleeps on the couch.

"Where's Angus?"

"...he prefers the bathtub."

Steve went in and put the dog down, without looking at it, just let it wander around and get used to the new environment.

After all, that's how Angus came here.

Angus had already automatically walked into the kitchen to get another kettle in the refrigerator.

"...Bathtub?" Bucky glanced at Angus's back.

Steve is thinking about what to say so that he doesn't sound like he's out of his mind.

But the fact that 'Angus is a fish' doesn't seem quite true no matter how you sound it.

"He doesn't understand, and you won't teach him?" Bucky felt that this would not work, "You can't let him do it. Children can't be tolerated, and it's easy to push their noses in the face."

"..." Why does it feel like Bucky is very experienced.

Steve sighs and looks over Bucky's shoulder to see that Angus has started to undress.

Putting his hand on Bucky's shoulder, he whispered, "Don't look back."

Bucky looked back and hid: "What!?"

He felt that his old friend was exuding a strange aura everywhere now.

"Wait a minute." Steve pinned Bucky's shoulder to keep him from turning his head.Watching Angus float, clothes are all over the place.Then the dog barked and followed him, crawling around on the clothes and stepping on them a few times.

Headache.

He knew it.

Angus turned around and grabbed the dog by the nape of the neck and slipped up. Steve hurriedly said, "Angus, he can't go into the water."

Angus let go, what a fragile animal.

"...I really need a good, perfect explanation." Bucky looked at Steve, who was facing him, and said seriously.

Now he is not a bit curious about what happened behind his back.

There was a sound of splashing water in the bathroom, Steve let go of Bucky, and there was some subtlety in his expression: "You want to know why?"

Bucky looked at him: "...you..."

Lifting his chin, Steve signaled Bucky to go to the bathroom: "I think it must be troublesome to say, you can go and see for yourself."

After speaking, he patted Bucky on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and then turned around to pack Angus' clothes.

Dog hair is really a problem that needs to be paid attention to. Steve picked up the clothes and shook, but fortunately Angus did not lose the scales.

"Isn't he taking a shower in there?" Bucky put his hand on the bathroom door and said abruptly, "Isn't it good for me to go in?"

Steve picked up the clothes and walked to the washing machine outside the bathroom.

After putting away his clothes, he intimately opened the bathroom door for him: "No, he didn't."

Bucky looked in suspiciously, then gasped.

After staying in the dry air for a day, Angus, whose whole body was soaked in the water, wagged his tail and looked at him lazily through the water.

"boom--"

It was the sound of Bucky slamming on the door. He put his hands on the bathroom door and lowered his head: "fu..."

"Well, pay attention to your vocabulary next time." Steve reminded, "Angus has already learned a lot of bad words."

Bucky...can he fight Steve?

Steve turned around and set the washing machine, half leaned to the side, crossed his arms and looked at Bucky whose face was numb, and smiled: "Do you want to confirm again?"

Bucky looked at him resentfully.

"You didn't give me any medicine, did you?" Bucky said with difficulty.

Steve raised his hand and knocked on the bathroom door: "Angus."

"Yeah." Angus turned over and buried himself in the bottom of the bathtub.

"...Did you drug him?" Bucky said unwillingly.

"What kind of medicine works like this?" Steve was helpless.

"What the hell is he!?" Bucky was a little mad.

"Mermaid."

Angus raised his voice: "I am the Siren! "

"...well, Siren." Steve shrugged.

"Why are you so calm?" Bucky couldn't accept Steve's usual look.

"...you really think Angus figure alone can pick me out of the polar ice?" Steve laughed.

Bucky's Adam's apple rolled.

"Digest it well, from now on you may have to smooth things over for Angus with me all the time." Steve patted him on the shoulder, "Although he knows that he can't expose his differences in front of humans Identity, but apart from the tail, other differences, his consciousness is very, very low."

"I haven't seen a voice he can't imitate so far..." Steve began to list the precautions for him, completely with an attitude that since you insist on getting on the pirate ship, then I will be rude.

"Ah, speaking of it," Steve babbled about Angus's often-revealed points, and finally remembered to remind Bucky about his danger.

"He's very strong in the fishtail state, so try not to make him angry at this time."

"If it bites you... hide it if you can, he shouldn't go too far. But if you get scratched... trust me, you don't want to know what it feels like." Steve tilted his head.

Bucky felt that it was impossible to accept so much information in a short time with his own brain.

"...I think I need time." He rejected Steve's crazy desire to export what he had seen and heard during this time, and threw the dog who didn't know when it came over his face.

Steve took the barking dog and grinned.

"Although it looks very different, but..." Steve pinched the dog's body, and his expression softened, "He is very... special."

"You'll like him."

"I promise."

Bucky took a look at him, he couldn't guarantee whether he would like him, but Steve was definitely right.

"Understood." Bucky floated away quietly, "I want to sleep in bed today, no one can stop me!"

"OK." Steve was generous.

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The sky was pale and bright, and Steve was still lying on the sofa with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Bucky was snoring, and the dog was sleeping at his feet, warm and purring from time to time.

There is a relatively loud sound of water in the bathroom, it should be that Angus has soaked enough.

Steve knew he couldn't sleep, so he sat up,

The dog twitched its ears as he moved and woke up.He jumped off the sofa and squatted at his feet.

"Sorry, I woke you up." Steve couldn't hold back, and rubbed his head with his head down.

"Wang-"

Steve smiled.

He always felt that Angus must have said something to it, and it was so obedient.

Going around into the bathroom, Angus was pulling a bath towel to wrap himself.

He tilted his head to look at the person at the door, puzzled.

"...Do you want to go out for morning exercise?" Steve pinched his nose and opened the corners of his mouth.

He hasn't done morning exercise for a long time.

Angus ruffled his hair and pulled the dry towel next to the bath towel to him.

Steve moved over the small bench in the corner and sat down, and Angus sat on his feet, leaning on his calves.

Grabbing a towel and pressing it on Angus's head, covering his face, Steve began to wipe his hair.

Angus' hair is thick and long, with soft curls of its own.

Although the craftsmanship has improved, every time he tosses his hair, Steve wonders if he is handicapped.

It's obviously pretty good-looking, but why did it become like this...

"Angus, can your hair be trimmed?" Steve asked, "Just cut it off with a sharp object."

"I can't finish cutting." Angus leaned his head on his knee because he was too tired to support his neck.

"what?"

Angus stretched his nails, pulled a section of hair, and broke it with a wave.

The broken hair quickly lost its luster like the rootless grass, and turned into ashes like when the tail of a fish disappeared.

After a while, the bald stubble quickly grew new hair, which was still the same length.

Steve... this is really endless.

Why is it like grass...

"Well, maybe I can learn to design hairstyles in the future." Steve has mixed feelings about the various life skills he has mastered in a short period of time.

Although I grew up alone since I was a child, and know everything I should know, taking care of myself is really different from taking care of others.

Angus shook his head.

Steve knew it was a sign it was okay, let go of the towel, and patted the ashes off his shoulders.

There was actually a hairdryer in the bathroom, but Angus didn't like the sound or the hot air.In the end, you can only wipe it with a dry towel, and you can't wipe it too dry, otherwise he will plunge his head back into the water.

After obstructing and doing a few useless efforts, the two have a tacit understanding.

It can be wiped dry, but if Angus finds it too dry, Steve will have to stop.

"Go get dressed. I'll take a shower and we'll go out for a walk with the dog later."

"Oh."

Angus walked towards the bathroom door.

Steve called to him: "You can start thinking of a name for the dog."

Angus raised his eyebrows and went out to find the dog.

Hanging up the towel, Steve figured Angus would be more comfortable with towels than clothes.

Because I can leave as soon as I wrap it up, I was bare-legged at Howard's house yesterday, and it must be because I don't want to ruin my pants.This is much better than tearing clothes carelessly at first.

How about... buy a dress for Angus?

Steve shuddered, no no no no, forget it, can't start this one.

No, no, can't think about it.

Swiping away his strange thoughts of convenience, Steve concentrated on taking a shower.

On the way out, Steve tied the dog up with the curtain lanyard that Angus had torn earlier.

Steve bought Angus a bunch of black wide sweaters, all with hoods to block the sun, the only drawback is that they absorb heat, and there are all kinds of elastic pants.

It is indeed very convenient for Angus to dress himself, and it is also convenient for Steve to tidy him up.But there is a side effect, that is, it looks like Angus has never changed clothes.

Maybe Angus can learn to wear something else next time.

Putting on his shoes, Steve greeted Angus, "Let's go."

"Ah."

Angus followed behind him, carrying water.

"Steve, don't dogs have names of their own?" Angus thought he couldn't think of a name.

"They have their own species name," Steve raised the rope on his hand, and the short-legged little thing was walking beside his legs with a water-red tongue at a high frequency, obviously very happy, "this type is It's called Corgi."

"Then he doesn't have a name?"

"Well, then you are a siren, why are you still called Angus?" Steve wanted to laugh.

"He's a dog named Corgi." Angus glanced at Steve.

Steve... didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"But there are many Corgis in the world, and this one we raise is different from others." Steve recovered the thinking circuit that he was led away.

"What's the difference?" Angus raised his foot to touch the dog's stomach.

"...There are many sirens in the sea, but I only met you, so it's very different." After Steve finished speaking, he smiled inexplicably.

Angus bit the hose and was silent for a while.

"juice."

"Ok?"

"Call it juice."

"Well, it sounds good." Steve laughed, lowered his head and tugged at the rope in his hand, "From now on, you'll be called Juice."

Corgi barked twice, Angus lowered his head and barked back.

Steve looked up and looked around, well, there aren't many people in the park at the moment.

"...what did he say? Like the name?" Steve joked.

"No." Angus scowled, looking unhappy.

"..." I really have an opinion...

"Then... what to do?" Steve smiled as he watched Angus' petulant gesture of biting the water bottle.

"Juice." Angus let go of the hose in his mouth, lowered his head and shouted, and raised his feet against its belly, preventing him from touching the ground with all four limbs at the same time. "Your name is Juice."

"Woo... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Steve laughed.

"OK, I think we will all be under the rule of Angus in the future, right? Juice?" Squatting down and rubbing the dog's thick flesh, Steve felt much better.

Angus narrowed his eyes.

Steve looked up at him halfway, and smiled: "Go back and buy something to eat for Juice, we can make him a kennel together today."

Angus turned his head and left.

Steve was startled, and pulled the dog to follow: "Angus?"

Turning a deaf ear, Angus walked swiftly.

But it didn't take long for Steve to catch up with Angus, as he crouched down.

"Going too fast?" Steve had no choice but to squat down and look at his feet.

Angus... What the hell are these legs for?

Tying the rope around his wrist, Steve squatted in front of Angus: "Come on."

Lie down, Angus hooked his neck with his hands.

Needless to say, Steve also felt that Angus' mood was not right: "Angus?"

Angus buried his face in his back and ignored people.

Steve jolts him, then gives up.

When Yu doesn't want to care about himself, he basically has nothing to do.

Across the outer circle of the park, Steve put Angus on a bench by the central lake.

"Angus, sit here for a while, I'll go for a run." Steve patted Angus on the head and shouted, "Juice, let's go, let's go for a run."

Angus bit the hose of the kettle and looked at the person and dog running away.

After five laps, the juice was paralyzed. Steve put the dog next to Angus, and it lay there wheezing, obviously very tired.

Angus gave him a condescending glance.

"Wait a little longer?" Steve wiped his neck, he hadn't moved for a long time, he was a little, um, excited.

After speaking, he ran away again.

Angus and Juice stayed on both sides of the bench indifferently.

Steve came back quickly, looking at their state, always felt that something was not right.

When No.11 circled to the opposite side of them, Steve saw Angus move, put his foot on the dog, bowed his head and said something.

Walking around in front of them, Steve finally sweated a lot: "Angus, what did you say to Juice?"

Angus seemed deaf and ignored him.

Well, it is indeed suspicious.

The sun came out and there were more people.Steve crossed his hips, his distant eyes began to show the sparkling microwave water surface, and his heart relaxed.

"That's it for today."

"Let's go home."

"Angus, juice."

He turned back and patted Angus on the head, put on his back, and walked back with the dog on his lead.

On the way back, Steve always felt that he had forgotten something.

When he reached the door and opened the door with the key, he hissed.

Forget, Bucky is still at home.

"...you... are you so energetic?" Bucky, who slept until ten o'clock and woke up with no one else, thought he had a dream last night.

At this moment, I saw a pair of people and a dog in sportswear, who had just turned back from their morning exercise and stopped by the mall to buy a bunch of things. Incredible was written all over their bodies.

"Sorry, I forgot you were still at home?" Steve rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly.

Bucky glanced at Steve, raised his eyebrows, and sighed endlessly: "You recovered quite quickly..."

"Sorry for worrying you."

Steve raised his hand and pulled off the hat that protected Angus from the sun, and straightened it out: "I... don't care."

"Well, that's all right, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?" Bucky shook his hands, feeling that he was just worrying for nothing.

Life is so colorful, I don't have the heart to hurt the spring and autumn, and mourn for the first love.

The author has something to say: Angus: called juice.

Steve: Well, it's a cute name.Is it because you love juice?

Angus: No, because it can be eaten.

Steve: ...

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The short legs are yellow and white, it must be a Corgi~~ How cute is the meat~~~Love~~~~

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