"Charlie," Daryl replies, and the puppy, thinking he's being talked to, proceeds to bounce onto him and give his face a good licking in turn, wagging tail a blur of motion. It has Daryl chuckling quietly to himself as he wards off the licking with an arm, then he nudges Charlie back toward the kid, figuring he might enjoy the company based on his comment.

Charlie's happy to spread the love and immediately returns his attention to Vivi, flopping down on the bench with his front paws stretched across Vivi's lap, eager for more petting. Who could resist those eyes and sweet face?

"And 'm Daryl," he introduces himself. "He don't mean no harm, he's just bein' friendly." With Charlie's tail thumping against his thigh, he rubs the puppy's side as he takes in the park goers with a more critical eye now, wondering who this kid may belong to. "Why were you sittin' here by your lonesome?"