Dog vs. Antichrist Round 492 [Bendy timed before plottage, open]
Daimon stood. His arms were folded over his chest. He stared down at his dog. "Sit."
The dog cocked his head to the side and made a chortling noise.
"Sit."
Some confused snuffling.
"Dog, sit."
Some distant noise caught Dog's attention and he ran off, tail whirling like a helicopter.
"DOG!" The Son of Satan sighed. "Stay out of trouble! Do not make me come after you." He would have chased after his dog but there was little use. Dog always came back safe and sound and all to eager to lick Daimon's feet. He was probably having fun with the other dogs Daimon had given away but whose owners had been since been repodded. He would have to work on finding new homes for them. Also on keeping them contained.
The dog cocked his head to the side and made a chortling noise.
"Sit."
Some confused snuffling.
"Dog, sit."
Some distant noise caught Dog's attention and he ran off, tail whirling like a helicopter.
"DOG!" The Son of Satan sighed. "Stay out of trouble! Do not make me come after you." He would have chased after his dog but there was little use. Dog always came back safe and sound and all to eager to lick Daimon's feet. He was probably having fun with the other dogs Daimon had given away but whose owners had been since been repodded. He would have to work on finding new homes for them. Also on keeping them contained.