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[weeper_of_blood]

( oom: Yesterday Le Chiffre went to LA for some sight seeing, but Miniver had other plans. Mostly Rated W, T and F. )Le Chiffre's sitting by the fire today, the space on the sofa beside him taken up by a new occupant to his residence. It's a very black and very attention seeking Great Dane, only at two months old and entirely new to this whole

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[mrmoneypenny]

A very amused Villiers stands not too far away, having stopped and just stared at the two for a while.

Huh. Life gets stranger and stranger every day.

He's trying hard not to laugh. No, really. He is.

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre's too engrossed in his book at first.

It's only after the puppy spots they're being watched and proceeds to squirm and give a whiny sounding bark that Chiffre peers up, catching the look from Villiers and rolling his eyes heavily.

Really, there's nothing he can say to excuse this.

[mrmoneypenny]

It's not his fault he smiles, just a small smile that's half smirk, half amused. He walks forwards as he's noticed, kneeling to focus on the puppy instead of the human in an attempt to maintain composure. And hand is offered to the great dane, as well as a redirected smile.

"So," Villiers says lightly, "the great banker of the world's terrorists gets a puppy."

[weeper_of_blood]

While Le Chiffre looks mostly unimpressed, his puppy is anything but. It wastes no time in sniffing curiously at the offered hand, licking fingers and nudging against it, long tail thumping back and forth against the couch.

"I'm just looking after it for someone.. for an indefinite amount of time."

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers quickly gives in and pets the dog, scratching behind the ears and all the various things dogs do tend to like. As for Le Chiffre, he mostly just rolls his eyes in a similar manner and continues interacting with the banker via dog.

"He's friendly, approachable, good-natured -- dare I say it, your complete opposite." He's still smiling. "Does he have a name yet? Or she, for that matter."

Or it. For some reason, it wouldn't surprise him if Le Chiffre somehow got his hands on a sexless dog; villains always keep company with strange traits.

The thought is not helping him refortify his composure in the least.

[weeper_of_blood]

"Friedrich," he replies shortly, attempting to ignore quips about the dog's personality. Great danes are far too friendly. Maybe he should have gone for a badly tempered rottweiler.

All this extra attention that the puppy is getting seems to be far too overwhelming, as it does the many adorable puppy things of squirming, wiggling, tail wagging and so on. And at the sound of his name, his ears perk ever so slightly. It's only been about 24 hours, but his name's starting to stick.

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers considers the name for a moment as he settles down on the ground in front of the puppy, still petting and smiling up at him. "Friedrich," he repeats, "sounds like a good name for you."

He's not talking in a pet voice; he's talking to the dog as another rational human being. Which might be slightly more adorable.

[weeper_of_blood]

"Johann Carl Friedrich Gauss, prince of mathematics, child prodigy and amazing mathematician."

Just in case Villers needed to know that, because it's fascinating information to know. Well, Chiffre thinks so anyway. But Le Chiffre's the sort who could be kept entertained for hours by complex algebra, so his judgment isn't entirely agreed with by everyone.

As for Friedrich? Well, he doesn't care where his name came from, so long as he keeps getting this attention.

[mrmoneypenny]

Finally, Villiers looks up at Le Chiffre, smiling. "Then it is surely a suitable name for the companion of a similarly mathematical genius."

Back to Friedrich, and Villiers brings himself nose-to-nose with the dog. "Maybe he'll teach you maths, so you can be like your namesake. Hm? Maybe?"

[weeper_of_blood]

The puppy responds with a long lick against Villiers nose, tail wagging so hard that his whole body is moving with it, and maybe, just maybe, Le Chiffre can manage a light smirk at the two.

"I think I'll stick to teaching him the basics first. I don't even know how to train a dog." Though he shouldn't be too bad. Plenty of firm words and attention at the right time. It's something Le Chiffre's already good at doing.

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers laughs easily at Friedrich's actions, smiling even as he quickly wipes off his nose. He returns to petting said dog, and talks to him in earnest.

"See, you're a lot more affectionate than your owner. Maybe teach him a thing or two -- lord knows, he needs more social skills."

[weeper_of_blood]

"I'm dead, not deaf," he mutters with a slight sulk behind his tone because he's always being victimised by evil people that can't see his happy nature.

Friedrich appears to agree with Villiers though. But he'd agree with anyone giving him attention for he's a fickle thing. Like his owner in that respect, really.

[mrmoneypenny]

"See what I mean?" he says to Friedrich, moving to hold the dog's face and point it towards his master. "Not even able to take a joke!"

Villiers is laughing with something akin to affection as he shifts his attention to Le Chiffre, moving the few inches necessary to lean himself against Le Chiffre's leg as he continues to pet the dog. It's all strangely comfortable.

[weeper_of_blood]

He's tempted to move his leg, just to see how heavily Villiers is leaning on it, but in the end he chooses against such actions, instead opting for a frown.

"Are you finished insulting me in front of my new pet?"

The puppy's moving too, hopping down from the sofa and sitting by Villiers to lean against him. Let's hope dog hair on suits isn't much of a problem.

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers knows dozens of varying ways of getting pet hair off suits. His previous employer, before he was assigned to M, kept cats that shed like mad. And, of course, before the more important meetings (especially with those allergic to cats), Villiers cleaned them. Such a good little aide.

He rolls his eyes at Le Chiffre's sulk, tilting his head back to rest on his thigh so he can look up at Le Chiffre. "Fine, fine." A smirk. "Although, really, I'm only stating the truth, not spewing insults. It's all quite factual."

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre has quite the talent for sulking and glaring, which he might continue to do so for some time, even if he is mostly playing along by now.

"Sometimes the truth hurts. In fact, it gets me right here." Hand on heart. It's very upsetting, you see.