FFT Benji - A Calm Break
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Script
Your Bedroom
Before you know it, it is almost time for Benji to leave you two...
Several days ago, you and Luke received a message from the pet retirement home that the foster documents were ready, and staff would come to take Benji back.
You: (Time really flies. We'll have to say goodbye to Benji two days later.)
You: (I wonder if Benji can adapt to the new environment in the retirement home...)
You feel sad upon thinking of the impending parting, and you can't help but try to do something to retain the friendship between Benji and the two of you.
You: (How about... prepare some objects and toys that Benji has used? That might help him adjust to the new environment quickly.)
You: (And prepare a farewell gift as well?)
You: (In this way, Benji may feel more at ease, and the gift is also a memento of the time the three of us have spent together.)
After deciding to make a gift for Benji, you set off to discuss the details with Luke.
You reach Luke's house, follow the familiar way, and go upstairs to the third floor.
The door of his bedroom is ajar, and you get in quietly...
You: Eh!?
In the bedroom, Luke and Benji are sleeping peacefully, Luke's head resting on Benji's body.
You tiptoe toward the bed. But after you've taken two steps, Benji wakes up.
You immediately press your finger on your lips, signaling Benji to keep still.
Benji doesn't raise his head but grunts as if he has understood you.
Benji: Woof...
You: (Thankfully, I didn't wake Luke up...)
With Benji beside him, Luke seems to be peacefully asleep.
His expression is relaxed, his breath deep and long. Absorbed by Luke's sleeping face, you've gotten very close to him before you know it.
Luke's face gradually enlarges before your eyes, and you can feel his warm breath.
If you get a little closer, you can kiss Luke secretly...
You: (Wa-Wait, what am I thinking about... That will awaken Luke...)
As you slowly straighten up, you notice Benji cocking his ears as if he is intently listening to something.
You: Don't tell Luke what happened just now. It's a secret.
Benji: Woof...
Benji seems to have understood and continues sleeping meekly.
The bright and clear sunshine casts on Luke, enveloping him with a thin layer of gold light.
You: (It's rare to see Luke sleeping during the daytime. I must take a photo of this...)
You take out your phone, enlarge the shot, focus on Luke's face, and capture this peaceful and sweet moment.
You: (What will Luke be like when he sees this photo after waking up?)
After several adjustments, you finally found a perfect angle.
Click——
You: (Oops, I forgot to mute my phone!)
Benji: Woof, woof!
Awakened by the click, Luke sits up and opens his eyes with a start, and he only lies back on the bed with relief after seeing that it is you.
Benji: Woof...
Luke: Ugh... I fell asleep unknowingly...
You: Ah! Did I wake you up?
Luke: Nah. A short sleep is enough for me.
Luke sits up and sways your hand. Benji also wakes up and comes to rub against you with his head.
You rub Benji's chin, and Benji raises his head and licks his own nose in comfort.
Luke: Were you taking a photo?
Luke: You didn't take a photo of my strange expression while I was sleeping, did you?
You: What are you talking about? I never do anything like that!
You sit on the bed and hand your phone to Luke.
You: Look, the photo I took... Nice angle, isn't it?
Luke: ...
Looking at the picture, Luke gets distracted.
You: What is it?
Luke: Nah. I'm thinking about developing this photo and hanging it on the wall so that I can see Benji every day.
Luke leans on you lightly, his hair sweeping over your neck and causing a faint tickle.
Before realizing it, you reach out to rub Luke's head.
You: Even without this picture, we will never forget Benji.
You: We have recorded many videos of Benji before, and we can watch them whenever we miss him.
Benji: Woof, woof!
You: Look, Benji also agreed with me. Didn't you, Benji?
Benji: Woof!
Benji lets out another bark, then he approaches and sniffs your fingers with his tail wagging, showing complete approval of your words.
Seeing this, Luke can't help laughing, and the brisk laughter disperses the sense of loss about the upcoming parting more or less.
You: Right, I want to make something as a memento for Benji before he leaves us...
Luke: We do think alike! I was also thinking last night about what to make!
Luke: It seems the kennel we made for Benji is too big to be taken easily...
Luke: I want to make a light memento for him.
You: You've gotten some ideas, haven't you?
Luke takes a glass bottle from his bedside table and hands it to you.
Luke: Well, it is the dog hair I collected while I was grooming Benji. I think maybe we can make something with it...
You: (A light gift...)
You: Why don't we make a felt keychain in the shape of a dog's paw? It is simple, so we might have enough dog hair here.
Luke: Good idea. Let's start now!
After getting the tools ready, you and Luke start making the felt keychain.
Benji puts his forepaws on the workbench and stands on his hind legs, keeping sniffing the dog hair.
Benji: Woof, woof!
Luke: Okay, okay. You offered the raw material, and we offer our hard work. Quite fair, isn't it?
Benji: Woof!
You: How do you know what Benji means?
Luke: Benji and I had been old comrades in arms for many years, so of course I know what he means.
Luke: Ah, don't just look at me. Be careful of the needle. It'll hurt much if you get pricked.
You: Oh, okay!
However, making felts is far more difficult than you've expected.
You've designed the style yourself, but when you start making it, you find it's hard to make a felt that fits your thoughts well.
It is either bad in shape or uneven in thickness.
Luke is almost done, while you are still struggling to make the dog hair into the shape of a dog's paw.
You: Can this stuff looking like a pancake really be called a dog's paw...
Luke: Take this. As for the one you made... I'll force myself to take it.
Luke takes the felt you made and puts his one on your palm. The felt made by him is only the size of a coin, but it's rather delicate.
You: Wait, it still needs some adjustments... And it's a gift for Benji. What are you taking it for?
Luke: Yes, it is for Benji... so it is only our joint work that will make it meaningful.
Luke takes some more dog hair from the bottle, puts it on the workbench, and explains the procedure to you while making the felt.
Luke: Make the rough shape first, then tuck the excess dog hair in.
You move closer and, following the shape made by Luke, start tucking in the excess dog hair little by little.
The two of you are very close to each other. Luke bends slightly to watch you prick the dog hair and reminds you from time to time.
Luke: See? Now you've made a clear outline.
You: All right...
With Luke's warm breath caressing your ear, you gradually focus your attention and finally make a successful felt.
You made three keychains by putting each felt into one small glass bottle, then you put one of the keychains into Benji's luggage.
You: Benji, take our gifts with you when you go back.
Benji: Woof, woof, woof!
Benji barks with his tail wagging. You show the keychain you made to Benji, and he sniffs the glass bottle and then licks your hand.
The felt you made is somewhat ugly, but Luke also puts it into a small glass bottle.
Two days later...
You and Luke send Benji back to the retirement home. Before leaving, Benji respectively licks the hands of you two, as if he is saying goodbye silently.
You know the pet retirement home is the best choice for Benji, but on your way home, you still can't help feeling sad about the parting.
Luke seems to have noticed your upset and lightly squeezes your hand.
Luke: Don't worry. Benji will adapt to the new environment soon.
Luke: There are lots of other retired dogs in the retirement home, so Benji won't be alone.
Luke: We'll go see him when we get time, all right?
You: Yeah, let's go together. And we can prepare chicken breast and new toys for Benji.
You: I hope Benji will live with happiness and health.
Luke: Sure, he will.
