@caught-between-narratives || for a threatening starter . (something something a scouser and a not-coyote walk onto a city block)
It’s a dog.
No, scratch that. It’s not a dog.
It’s not attacking or snarling outright so John was going to go ahead and count that as a net positive in his book. But then what in the actual fuck was trying to get his attention now? And why did it have to be literally standing in his way like all the other bits that want his attention do?
Or sitting, by the looks of it. Even weird not-dogs apparently exceeded only so much effort when it came to standing around.
“Oi…” There’s hardly room to hesitate, hand already in his pocket for the chalk pack. “Dunno what the fuck y’ are and don’t play the coy game with me. Givin’ you t’ three to tell me what the fuck it is you want ‘fore I send you back to where y’ came from.”










