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Titus made his way to the second floor of the manor wondering if it was time to take Damian out for a walk. He had caught Alfred leaving a couple of minutes ago and was hoping to dig some holes in the backyard while the man was away.
He knew better than to mess with the butler, of course, but he was no beginner. If he could go back to his spot by the fireplace before Alfred showed up, he could act all innocent and his little mischief would sure pass as a mole doing.
Feeling very content with his plan he used one of his paws to push his human’s bedroom door open and made his way in to find the young man hunched over a desk with his back facing him.
“Titus,” Damian acknowledged his presence in a monotone tone, not even bothering to glance at him.
Wasting no time, he approached his human, balanced himself on his back paws, and took a peek at the young man’s work.
If capable of doing so, Titus would have rolled his eyes. Damian was, with no surprise, carefully sketching the face of Timothy and the dog swore he had no problem with it, but he just couldn’t see what was so appealing about that particular human that had Damian drawing him at any given chance.
As soon as he got some free time he would make sure to give the poor guy some tips to win Timothy over, but right now was not the time to focus on it, he had a mission to accomplish.
He rested his heavy paw on Damian’s arm to sign that the playtime was over. Disbelief was the only word that could describe Titus’s feelings when the young man simply brushed him off and said: “Not now, Titus.”
Well, well, well. Times like this always made him wonder why he bothered letting these people live under his roof anyway.
And the truth is that Titus could get a hint – especially when it was such a dry, dismissive one – but he was a dog in a mission and to let it go that easily wasn’t an option.
He sat back down and stared at his human. If Damian wanted to do it in the hard way it was fine by him, he decided and then started to bark loudly.
A few moments later the young man got fed up with his rant and stood up with a heavy sigh. “All right, Titus. You win.”
While Damian went to grab his coat, the dog got in all fours and turned around in a circle to celebrate his victory. He was feeling very pleased with himself until he noticed the evil thing also known as a leash hanging from the human’s hand.
Ok, it was tie then.
They made their way out the room and down the stairs, both a little unhappy. Damian because he wanted to keep drawing, and Titus because of the presence of the leash.
By the time they reached the front door the dog’s mood had improved greatly, he didn’t even complain when Damian put the leash on him. It didn’t stop him from planning to get rid of the thing, though. Maybe he could bury it some other day.
The human finally opened the heavy door Titus needed him to and the dog took in the gorgeous sight of all that green grass before allowing himself to go enjoy. He didn’t have a dog door since someone – bark Alfred bark – complained it would give him the freedom to walk in with dirty paws.
After sniffing around he decided to make his hole not too far away from the entrance, it’s not like a mole would bother to try to hide it, and this way he could admire his work from the big windows on the living room.
All the time Damian stood there looking disapprovingly at him. The dog had tried on multiple occasions to engage him on the digging activity but his human liked to think he was above all that.
Titus had just turned to glare at a butterfly that had dared to fly too close when he caught a silhouette coming from the garage.
At first, he got scared thinking it could be Alfred but soon relaxed when he noticed the height wasn’t quite right. It was hard to identify all men since they didn’t have much fur and the few on top of their heads had the same color.
The thing was if the height and the particular scent hadn’t given the man’s identity away, the lovesick look Damian was sending his way would have.
Titus was about to go back to his business when he had an idea. He was meaning to help Damian make a move and he had a great chance to do it right now. The dog took a second to congratulate himself before running to Timothy’s direction and since Damian still had a hold on his leash he had no option but to follow along.
"Titus! Stop!" Damian’s cry was enough to claim Timothy’s attention and make him turn around surprised. Titus ignored the command and ran around the shorter man making Damian hit the other’s body with a muffled ‘thud’. The dog kept running around them to get their legs tied with the leash and then finally stopped, sat down, and looked up at them with expectation.
Damian was the first to recover from the shock with a faint blush on his cheeks. No surprise there, he was always blushing when Timothy got close to him. “I do not know what came up to him. I apologize on his behalf.”
The shorter man raised his head to try and find the other’s gaze. It was quite hard since Damian was almost a head taller than him now. “It’s fine,” Timothy opened a small smile and then grimaced. “For a second there I thought Titus was going to attack me, though.”
His human frowned a little, if capable of doing so the dog would’ve done the same. “Titus would never! He cherishes your pets and cooing. He was glad to see you.”
The certainty with which Damian talked had Timothy laughing. The lovesick expression reappeared on the younger man’s face but he was quick to hide it once Timothy stopped.
“Good to know that,” He said and they both spent some seconds looking at each other before Timothy looked away. “Hm… Are you going to release us or should I…”
“Of course!” Damian was quick to agree and started to move his hands. “I just need to…”
Titus didn’t listen to the rest, he was too busy thinking what the hell was that? Damian was supposed to kiss Timothy, proclaim his undying love for him and then they would get married and Alfred would be too busy with preparations to care about any damn hole Titus would dig.
The dog was so distracted with his thoughts that he almost missed it when Timothy petted his head. “I’m glad to see you too, Titus.” He then looked up to Damian with a shit-eating grin. “Keep giving Dami loads of trouble, please.”
He was going to give his human hell after this pathetic try of flirting so he barked to let the older man know he could count on him.
“Tt.” Was all Damian said, but the look he was giving Timothy as he walked away was fond enough to make Titus want to vomit.
It was then and there that the dog decided that no matter what, he would get those two together.
After he finished digging that hole.