Room 324, Monday Evening
Look, Hercules had been warned.
When Warren had brought the god-turned-mortal-turned-pug back to his room, he'd set down some ground rules. No piddling on the rug had been a big one, and fortunately Herc had been pretty good about that. The other one, of course, had been no antagonizing Thor. And, really, Warren should have known better than to think that Herc's big, innocent slightly bugged-out pug eyes had meant that he'd actually behave.
And so, there were consequences to be had.
So, tonight, Warren was passing the time by flinging treats at the newly-renamed Mr. Sneezebottom, who was wearing the most lovely pink bow that Warren could get his hands on, and watching him jump for them.
He'd only brought it upon himself.
[For Mr. Sneezebottom!]
When Warren had brought the god-turned-mortal-turned-pug back to his room, he'd set down some ground rules. No piddling on the rug had been a big one, and fortunately Herc had been pretty good about that. The other one, of course, had been no antagonizing Thor. And, really, Warren should have known better than to think that Herc's big, innocent slightly bugged-out pug eyes had meant that he'd actually behave.
And so, there were consequences to be had.
So, tonight, Warren was passing the time by flinging treats at the newly-renamed Mr. Sneezebottom, who was wearing the most lovely pink bow that Warren could get his hands on, and watching him jump for them.
He'd only brought it upon himself.
[For Mr. Sneezebottom!]