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chuckling, holding up their still wrapped baked potato out of the way. there he is ! already pulling the tinfoil away, fishing for a chunk of bacin. “ hey, sit ! don't knock me over and i'll share ! ”

More pets to comfort the poor dog, even scratching behind his ear. 〝 It was one rough night, I promise everything is alright. 〞

walking past, pretending they haven't noticed .. “ awh. well. if scratch is gone, i'll have to eat this whooole baked potato all by myself. even alllll the bacon. ”

Petting his head so gently. 〝 I'm alright, Scratch. Had a late night is all. 〞

Slooooowly getting up. Groan. 〝 I'm up, I'm up. 〞

Alive and .. well. Perhaps. He's just tired.

laying face first on the ground.

Not especially, no. Don't take it personally—the others will tell you, I'm a terrible snob. And I've...never really been around dogs.

And he actually 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 — oh, I do like you.

Well. I don't see why not. ...so long as you promise to behave. No unsanctioned barking or heel-nipping.

I suppose you’re right. Well, you certainly know how to melt my heart. How did you become so wise, little valiant one? -She scratched him behind the ear before pressing a kiss to his forehead.-

𝘈𝘸𝘸! I’m thankful you count me as a friend. But what I meant was… well, I lived with someone as their pet. I took the form of a dog when an accident brought us together. I lived alone for years before that, so I stayed. He never knew who I really was. He called me Riot.

Finally, someone with some sense. I'm not usually one for pets, but...you're actually starting to grow on me, you scruffy thing. He won't be consuming any of 𝘮𝘺 treasure, at least. I'm keeping it well out of sight.