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Dingo has such an outwardly harsh looking appearance. He’s a towering behemoth, with scars, a false tooth, and a drooling problem that was tinted red, that could be mistaken as blood from a few steps away. Couple that with his usual stoic expression, and he doesn’t come off as approachable.

And so, very few got to see this soft, doting side.

Pear finds that to be a shame, but at the same time, he likes seeing this side of Dingo, and knowing that there’s a special smile kept in reserve, just for him.

“Gonna try an’ be around more. Durian don’t need me for what he’s got goin’ on just now, and m’ house is in good need of a sweep and some dustin’.”

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

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He feels quite guilty for his absence, knowing what he does now. If he’d been there, perhaps he could have been a shoulder to…well. Not lean on in the literal sense, since he just barely came up to Dingo’s waist, now, but in the emotional sense…any bit of support would have helped. As it was?

Too late to help with the initial loss - but he sincerely hopes that others had been there for the big guy. Prey and Predator probably were; they liked the big guy too, and the four of them had this little pack thing going on.

He considers what to say after Dingo inquires about Durians actions while ruling, running his fingers along that domed skull thoughtfully. “M’ bro’s done a good job. Rooted out the remnants of Toriel and Alphy’s main supporters. He’s given the puzzles in the underground a complete overhaul, too. They’re geared towards capture. Pitfalls with snow at the bottom, deep enough that even an adult human couldn’t climb out if they fell in. Rope traps, cages, all that jazz.”

if he were honest ?? after bramble left he kinda shut himself away , more so to have time to himself to ... ponder . a lot of it was a blurr . he hasn’t really heard much from the twins though after both settled down -- not that dingo really reached out to them either . there was a few times where he hunkered down with pyro’s brother for short durations , but he never really talked about any goings on in his life , opting to just being a silent mutt .

right now , with his head in pear’s lap and his gentle touch caressing over his skull , nothing else really mattered -- call dingo a love sick fool .

he peeks up as the other speaks , but only for a moment before he hides his face back against his lap , ❝ oi’m glad things are pickin’ up ‘round ‘ere , ❞ the large man rumbles .

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The warmth drains away, and Pear immediately knows that the news is bad.

Bramble’s no longer around.

Whether that means he is dead, or simply that what made him Bramble had ceased to be, didn’t matter. It was a sore spot, and Pear reaches up, phalanges gently stroking one of the taller man’s cheekbones to comfort him. “I’m sorry to hear it.”

gentle touch offers him a comforting caress and he closes his eyes for a short moment , sighing softly as he leans into it , ❝ it’s alrigh’ . ‘m tough . besides , ‘e’s , hopefully , in a better place now . ❞ dingo may be good at hiding his emotions , but the man’s still in despair .

he clears his throat , ❝ so ... have thing been any better since your brother took charge ?? ❞ missing that physical contact strong arms lossely wrap around the other , carefully pulling him into his lap down on the floor . mmm , he missed this -- A LOT .

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“Don’t get soft on me now,” he says jokingly, even as he nuzzles the underside of Dingo’s jaw. The warmth in the others tone, the faint smile that he can see in the others eyes - it eases his worries, his guilt over being gone so long, and reassures him that no ill will is being harbored, despite the loss of contact.

“How’ve you been keepin’? Is your brother doin’ alright?”

oh , dingo could never be angry at pear . it was just a busy period of his life . how could he be mad at that ?? dingo’s just happy that he alive and well . tail drags across the floor in a lazy wag as he given a nuzzle . he could almost just melt from that alone --

the warmth fades with the question , gaze finally breaking from the other to look at the floor instead , ❝ bramble’s ... uh ... no long’ah ‘round . ❞ he says , voice quiet . ❝ other dan dat oi suppose oi’ve been okay . moved to the surface , ❞ he says with a shrug . really dingo , other than just being too big for his own home , was just unable to cope and grieve properly , so running from his problems felt like the better solution . there’s better fresh air on the surface anyway .

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“At least ya grew proportionally. Imagine if ya got all that height, and sixty percent of it was legs? You’d have even more trouble finding pants and shit.”

When Dingo teases, he’d give a shake of the head.

“Nah. Was doing a lot of shit. For starters,· I’ve started taking more responsibility with the underground. I relay orders from Durian to the guard, and let·‘im bounce his troubles off me when he needs it. Ain’t easy being king.

And it ain’t like we have great medical care, so he can’t just up and see someone for problems.” Not that it would reflect well on the monarchy even if they did have therapists, but the point was that Durian required Pear to be active and present. So he was.

“ I’ve also quit drinking. Durian would like me to stop smokin’ too, but I like my weed too much to go cold turkey for all my vices, yanno?”

dingo can’t help but chuckle at his remark , ❝ aye , dats true . lucky fer m’ , aye ?? ❞

he does listen quite intently as pear spills what he’s been up to over their time apart , and to say he isn’t proud of him would be a lie . he flashes a slight grin on his normally blank features . pear never fails to bring out his more ... softer side , even after being apart .·❝ oi’m glad ye’ve been busy . ‘ope he’s not so ‘ard on ya all th’ time . proud av ye , mate, ❞ his gaze never falls from the smaller swapfell , taking in his features like he might not see him again .

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“M’ not bothered by the clothes bein’ damp.” Just means he can toss the hoodie over a chair by the heater to dry, really, so after doing just that, he’s in the little turtleneck tank top thing he likes to wear. “…So…”, he begins, glancing at Dingo out the corner of his eye.

“When’d ya grow out of the sapling stage and become a full on tree?”

silently , he watches the other before deciding to plop onto the ground with a bit of a thud and deep sigh , ❝ periodically throo’gh last year ... it’s ah pain in th’ arse . ❞ hopefully , he done growing now . at least now no one will mess with him , not that they ever did to begin with . went from being a brink wall to a whole ass mountain , smh .

❝ ye been hidin’ in snowbanks this whole time ? ❞ he grunts , playfulness tinting his words ever so slightly .

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Dingo’s definitely changed since they were last together. And its not a terrible thing, even though it means that getting inside of Pears home will now require shortcuts or some pretty intense gyrations to get that thick skeleton through it.

Held there in the big guys arms, Pear breathes a faint sigh, and presses his face into the others shirt, familiarizing himself with the scent.

He hasn’t said it aloud; but he’s missed Dingo too.

dingo , upon getting to the door , stares at it a good second then makes a deep huff . struggling through the door while holding someone didn’t seem ideal , so shortcut it is !!

now standing in the living room he briefly wonders if he’ll run into durian as he advances though pear’s dwelling . it’s strange being in here after so long , even if he has to be slouched over .

❝ ah’ll take ye ter yer room, bu’ oi won’t change ye , ❞ deep voice grunts , then stop at pear’s room and huffs again . right ... more doorways . another shortcut and he's in , laying pear on his bed and then standing upright silently , though having to slouch awkwardly to avoic hitting his head keeps him from standing up right .

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It’s too late for Pear. He has been found, with immense ease, and is now being held like baby.

He’s been dug out of his snowbank.

And now, cold, wet, he’s just surrendering to his not-that-terrible fate.

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Luckily, Dingo is as warm as ever — if not more. He supposes he should take Pear home so he can get dry clothing on, but... Dingo’s not sure if he’d be able to squeeze through the front door. He’s grown sice the last they were together. Just gonna stare at Pear silently. He... missed him.

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It’s too late for Pear. He has been found, with immense ease, and is now being held like baby.

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@caramelpears replied: WHAT IF I'M OUT IN A SNOWBANK SOMEWHERE? WHAT THEN? GONNA DIG FOR BONES?