Folks tend to like it. [He mutters evenly. He's never exactly conducted a poll, but he rarely gets complaints.
He sits up a bit more, watching the older man with something akin to curiosity. He's far more relaxed in this state, enough that the nerves are a little more obvious in the way he holds himself. He isn't entirely sure what he's doing, even less so now that the part he knows well is over with. Hell, he almost looks his age without the forced gruff exterior.
He hesitates, before speaking up:] Y'know, you remind me of this-
Are you done with him yet? I can disable the safety measures on the door for his exit.
God. Fucking damn it.
[His face falls, and that moment of openness is gone in place of rigid frustration. The voice that had spoken came from the crate in the corner, robotic and clearly pronouncing every word just a little more than a normal human would. It came from a certain large dog, who is waving his tail idly while he awaits Dodger's command, and somehow looks rather impatient.]
Give me five seconds to enjoy myself, huh? Fucking dumbass dog.
You told me not to alert the police under any circumstances, but your heart rate reached critical levels during that, and there's more than double your normal stress levels in the air. I advise talking to Shigeru.
Neither of us are talking to Shigeru, I told you to stay in your cage.
But-
Power down. Now.
[The dog lets out what sounds like a frustrated huff, before muttering:] Understood. [And he wanders back into his crate to slump in an annoyed heap.]
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He sits up a bit more, watching the older man with something akin to curiosity. He's far more relaxed in this state, enough that the nerves are a little more obvious in the way he holds himself. He isn't entirely sure what he's doing, even less so now that the part he knows well is over with. Hell, he almost looks his age without the forced gruff exterior.
He hesitates, before speaking up:] Y'know, you remind me of this-
Are you done with him yet? I can disable the safety measures on the door for his exit.
God. Fucking damn it.
[His face falls, and that moment of openness is gone in place of rigid frustration. The voice that had spoken came from the crate in the corner, robotic and clearly pronouncing every word just a little more than a normal human would. It came from a certain large dog, who is waving his tail idly while he awaits Dodger's command, and somehow looks rather impatient.]
Give me five seconds to enjoy myself, huh? Fucking dumbass dog.
You told me not to alert the police under any circumstances, but your heart rate reached critical levels during that, and there's more than double your normal stress levels in the air. I advise talking to Shigeru.
Neither of us are talking to Shigeru, I told you to stay in your cage.
But-
Power down. Now.
[The dog lets out what sounds like a frustrated huff, before muttering:] Understood. [And he wanders back into his crate to slump in an annoyed heap.]