𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰·
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













