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" Puppy? " Mercenary-Red Strike
---- @mercenary-redstrike ----
A rather personal name given to him, he jerked his head up and looked around before setting his eyes upon someone. He wasn’t familiar at all… Too bad.
Growler grumbled under his breath, “Yeee-es?” His voice was a little wary of the interesting individual.
" A certain FOX likes to steal things from my castle. He seems to know the in and outs before anyone can catch him.. Those teeth of yours could surely do wonders. "
Well, the king wasn’t wrong! A proud hum was barely held back as the other had complimented him. Growler rested his hands on his waist, thinking.
“Hmmm... Consider this fox a dead fox when I stumble across him.” It’d give him something to do and blow off some steam.
" I could use a guard dog. Are you for hire ? "
It took a moment to process the daunting voice’s actual words. He stared blankly before looking at the man. Up and down, up and down. Who was this guy?
Clearing his throat,
“A guard dog? Sorry-- but do I actually look like a dog to you?” God. He needed a change of costume...
“And what do you need guarding from? You look pretty intimidating as is...”
You don't seem like a very good boy... Should you get the muzzle?
His whole body became stiff. Everything about this question riled him up to his very core. Straightening his mask out, he growled instinctively.
“Yeah? Good luck trying to get that fucking thing on me.”
How nervy to suggest a muzzle! He’d been on his best behavior to boot. Tsk tsk.
-pats growler head-"big dog... :0"
Borderline ready to swat your hand or worse… But restrains self.
“Small human.“ His words escaped through a sneer as he went along with your remark.
boops
Snaps at your fingers before yanking mask back down.
Aw, well. In that case what's your favorite food then??
His body eased up.
“Anything meaty. I guess the Durr Burger offers some good food… You wouldn’t catch me dead at the other place though. That pizza place. Nothing sticks to your ribs from there.”
Tilting his head to the other side, he hummed curiously.
“Are you going to take me out to dinner, then?”
What’s your favorite thing to bite?
A name almost rolled off of his tongue— But-
He stopped himself and rubbed the back of his neck for a moment. What type of question was this, anyways? A little strange. “Just because I have the teeth for it, doesn’t mean that I–“
He huffed. Showing some hesitation.
“Anything that I can really sink my teeth into..”
