[ See Eames. See Eames standing on the lip of the fountain, looking a mixture of perturbed and perhaps also mildly distressed. Why is he doing this? WHY IS HE DOING THIS!? ]
People of the City, it's come to my attention that none of you know of the glory that is our righteous leader- His Imperial Majesty Alexander of Macedonia. He may appear small, fragile, and relatively useless, but I have come to correct all notion that Alexander is anything other than the most honorable canine to grace even the most dark, harpy-infested corners of the Underground, and-
[ Eames looks down suddenly. See
Alexander, who looks happy at his name being called, so he crouches down and plucks him up, large hands wrapped around his middle just underneath his forelegs. He raises him in the air for all of the Square to see. He still doesn't know why he's doing any of this, other than Rudy suggested it and it sounded like a fantastic idea. ]
Look at his coat fur.
Now at your dog's coat of fur.
Now back to Alexander.
Sadly, your dog is no Alexander.
But if your dog stopped tearing teddies apart and started ruling their territory like a proper monarch with a distinct appreciation of the circle of life, then they might deserve the right to at least stand in Alexander's tiny shadow.
[ ooc: i am so sorry. ]