[For a moment, Rodney is still, his lower lip quivering just a little, enough that he bites down on it and furrows his brows. Crouching down a little, he watches as the dog licks his hand, just like a normal dog, while that robotic voice says his name and 'ok' just like that. The dog's tongue is warm and somehow that makes the whole thing seem more real, more heartbreaking, more repulsive.
Sitting on his haunches, he scoots forward a little and with the hand Bandit licked, he scratches behind one ear, fingers curling into the soft warm base of it.]
You saved my life. What a good boy.
[For a moment, he just scratches the dog's ear, and then he leans in a little, fingers grazing against the skin around where the implant on the top of his head is, tentatively, careful in case it hurts.]
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Sitting on his haunches, he scoots forward a little and with the hand Bandit licked, he scratches behind one ear, fingers curling into the soft warm base of it.]
You saved my life. What a good boy.
[For a moment, he just scratches the dog's ear, and then he leans in a little, fingers grazing against the skin around where the implant on the top of his head is, tentatively, careful in case it hurts.]
Who put you in here, boy?