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[kuroi_swordsman]

[there's a black German Shepard with red eyes sitting in front of a door (with a cat on it) in the hallway, whining lowly] What the hell...

What kind of punishment is this? I'mma god damn dog! [scratches at the door in front of him] At least no one will know it's me. This his humiliating...

[lets out a bark and it echos down the hall a bit] I'm

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[her_watchdog]

*peeks out of a random door, curious* A... dog?

[her_watchdog]

*oblivious; probably a good thing* I wonder if there's anything in the kitchen...

[kuroi_swordsman]

[gives a small yip in approval for looking there first]

[her_watchdog]

*reaches out to scratch between your ears*

[kuroi_swordsman]

[instincts cause him to lean into that and oh man, how he's enjoying it!]

[her_watchdog]

*grin* Good boy.

[kuroi_swordsman]

[face contorts a bit at that 'good boy' but the scratching felt too good to complain] You're damn lucky you haven't figured out who I am yet..

[her_watchdog]

*gets to the kitchen and opens the door*

[kuroi_swordsman]

[pads inside and will sit once he's out of the way of the door] Hopefully this damn place will give me something good to eat...

[her_watchdog]

Now, then... Let's see. *opens the fridge an* Aha!

[kuroi_swordsman]

[ears perk]

[her_watchdog]

*pulls out and sets down... a plate with a steak*

[kuroi_swordsman]

[pants happily and will sniff at it for a minute]

[her_watchdog]

It's all yours.

[kuroi_swordsman]

[will start tearing into it; omnomnom!]

[her_watchdog]

Good boy.