dengoes:
being scary was what the aim was upon dingo’s birth . hell , even pear was scare – well , scared probably wasn’t it . maybe unnerved ?? – when they first met . pear was just lucky to file down those dense walls , now scoring himself a giant , loyal dog man .
❝ aye ?? ❞ he mumbles , tilting his skull to look up at the smaller swapfell , ❝ oi’d offer ter ‘elp ye , but ah’m sup’ah comfy righ’ ‘ere . ❞ as to emphasis that arms hold the other a little tighter . please don’t make him move just yet –
after a quick silence he pipes up again , ❝ y’know , the good thing ‘bout yer brother nit bein’ ‘ere is dat ‘e can’ get ont’ah us ‘bout bein’ loud , ❞ he jokes , shoulders bouncing a little as he chuckles as his own words
No, he had certainly been nervous, and a touch frightened. Dingo had height and a hard, unchanging expression at the beginning. And Pear had been nervous about a great deal, continuously so, since he never had the option to relax in his home timeline before Durian took steps to eliminate the head of the royal guard.
Warming up to Dingo had been a slow process. It had helped that the big guy, in person, was a bit of a doofus, and talked fondly of his brother, of his hobby with metalwork and such due to having a force, appealing to Pears resourceful, crafty nature. After all, hadn’t his first gift to Dingo been a carving for the man?
The deciding factor that told Pear that Dingo was one he could trust, had been after the fight at the bar, when he’d been laid out in the snow, tooth knocked out - and Dingo had not only protected him, but gone out of his way to replace what had been lost. And he’d known then that Dingo was a keeper.
“Not that Durian was ever home much to begin with, right?” A little chuckle, Pear leaning over Dingo, curling his arms around the man so they were almost in a little pile, holding onto each other, sharing warmth and affection.
“Usually, we had ta’ mind our volume so we didn’t set off a howlin’.”
