[video]

[atrumcanis]

[The video feed shows-- for those who know it-- the living room of the Super Secret Firehouse. It's empty for the moment, but one can hear muffled yips in the background. Jack's voice is first.]

Attention, Newcomers of Siren's Port! I think there's a goddman epidemic goin' on here! First Jinx, and now--

Stoppit, hold-- [It's a mutter at first,

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[voice]

[gaveherwings]

It's really nothing to be mocked like that, you know...

[atrumcanis]

You can't carry me, I'm two people.

[cowboy_newsie]

For you, I have the strength o' ten.

[atrumcanis]

Oh, Mr. Kelly, what am I meant to say to that?

[He claps a had to his brow, and half-swoons.]

Why, I may faint here and now!

[cowboy_newsie]

Oh, don't, think o' the child!

[atrumcanis]

Too-- late--

[He lets himself pitch sideways, with a loud and dramatic sigh.]

[cowboy_newsie]

[Jack grabs him, laughing, and begins to drag him over to the couch. Yorick, who sits there, emits a small growl.]

Oye, oye, darlin', our child is pissed. Maybe you better apologize.

[atrumcanis]

He's not going to listen to me.

[He allows himself to be dragged without making himself too much dead weight-y, and gives Yorick a sidelong look.]

Are you? Oi, child of mine--

[cowboy_newsie]

[Jack dumps him on the couch as Yorick growls even louder.]

There you go, I told you.

[atrumcanis]

[He rolls over and reaches for Yorick, grinning--reaching for him even as he continues to growl.]

Oh, come off it, Yorick, what did I ever do to you! It was all Jack's idea, really.

[cowboy_newsie]

[The puppy growls even louder and twists, trying to nip aggressively at Sirius' hands.]

It weren't my idea, you liar!

[atrumcanis]

[He waves them above Yorick's head, ignoring that.]

It was! You came to me and said, oi, shove this puppy under your shirt--I mean, really, d'you honestly think I'd suggest that myself!

[cowboy_newsie]

You absolutely would, you always would! Don't pin this on me, I was just bitchin' about the pregnancy, that's all!

[And now he's being ignored. Frustrated, Yorick races in a tight circle around Sirius' lap once or twice before slamming his body against his stomach.]

[atrumcanis]

[He yelps as Yorick bashes into him, and seizes the dog by the scruff of his neck, dragging him bodily forward to be subjected to petting and scratching and general attention. There, Yorick, how do you like that!]

I would never. I wouldn't want to subject my stomach to being clawed up by some mangy little baby. Dog. Whatever. He drew blood, d'you know! We must trim his talons at some point.

[cowboy_newsie]

[He likes that very much, actually, and melts beneath Sirius' hands. His tail wags eagerly-- but he sounds a little growl after a minute, just to remind everyone he's still irritated.]

You do it, I ain't removin' anymore bits o' him. Took me a week to get back into his good graces, I ain't goin' through that again.

[atrumcanis]

[Yeah, yeah. Sirius rolls his eyes at Yorick and scratches more vigorously.]

I warned you. I said we shouldn't do it, and look what happened.