"Hey mister!" A child's voice called out to him. Maël's eyes shot open, showing about a second's worth of annoyance before returning to their usual cool and collected state. "Hey kid." He'd reply back, fixing up his posture in an attempt to appear more respectable in front of the little guy. "Is there something wrong?" He asked, figuring that would be one of the few reasons this boy would be bothering a stranger on a bench rather than playing in the park.
"It's my dog, mister... I don't know where he is!" The child's eyes appeared worried, yet he was holding together pretty well. Maël straightened up even more. He always did have a fondness for dogs, even if he was slightly more of a cat person in his heart. Memories flood back of Dexter, a childhood dog his father tended after. "Tell me his name and I'll do all I can." It was somewhat rare for Maël to so suddenly be responsible and, well, decent - but the cause was great enough for him to cast aside his lesser qualities... for not. "Her name, mister! It's Eri." Maël nodded his head, taking note of the pronunciation. Eri. Easy to call out. Maël's hand pushed upon his knees as he stood up, towering over the child now that he was off that bench. "Alright then, let's go find your Eri. I'll take the west trail of the park, you take the east. We meet back here in an hour. Sound good?" Maël asked, the young boy nodding and hurriedly making his way towards the trees that littered the east end of the park.
Maël felt a little nostalgic doing this. When he was a child a cat of his would often go missing. This felt just like searching for her. Maël walked down the trail that led west, past an area of the park full of flowers and puffy bushes, though some trees littered the edges still. There were minimal people around... it was embarrassing, but Maël figured he might as well call out the dog's name. He was sure the passerbys would get it. "Eri!" He called out in a half-yell, still a little unsure on if he should make anymore noise. He aimed one shout towards the right side of the trail, the other towards the left... with no luck yet, Maël continued on through the park, occasionally blurting out the dog's name when he had traveled far enough. Oh, he hoped he didn't look like a fool...