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[Ok, you have no idea--~~Oh, wait yes you do~~ how hard it is to type using a stick in your mouth to press buttons. GIVE ME MY THUMBS BACK, DAMMIT.]

Sniper.

Did something happen to you?

*Is this answer enough? He sighs at the screen, head in his paws.*

[Turning on the video with a stick in her mouth, she groans.

The look on her face says 'I know how you feel'.]

*He whines softly as he sees that he's not the only dog. Well that's kind of making him feel better.

Suddenly his ears perk up and he barks at the screen before picking it up and trotting outside with the comm.*

[Where the hell is he going in such a rush?

Perking up a bit, she shuffles her front paws around impatiently as she watches.]

*Sniff snifff sniiiiiffffff... Ah. Pyro-scent. He follows it to where Chibi is and then drops the comm.*

Do this work? He could talk t' me when I was a badger an' all.

*Just don't sniff his butt.*

[Your butt probably smells better as a dog then your whole body does as a human, Sniper.]

... What!? Hey, why can I hear you? That's strange. Sniper couldn't understand me at all.

*Sob. Most likely.*

Cos he ain't a dog. This is .. roight weird.

You don't have to tell me. Having Mr. Hawk want to touch me and tell me about his feelings makes me question a lot of things.

He did what now?

I'm not sure how to explain it.

He was very gossipy like a housewife to me- Something like that. I've never seen him do anything like that.

He must really love Chibi, I feel like I'm lying to him.

*He gives the doggy equivalent of a shrug.*

Sometimes it's easier t' talk to things that can't talk back an' don't understand.

S'not yer fault. He don't know.

They can talk back, just not in ways we understand. Animals aren't the stupid ones, Sniper. We are. Jell-O understands my feelings, I know he does. The way he responds... I can tell he's listening to me. I'm sure Chibi does the same for Mr. Hawk.

I know, but...

[She drifts off and looks up at the sky in thought.]

He's not exactly an animal though.

How do you think I feel? You stuck me in yer suit when I was a badger.

[Gushing, she places her paws against her fluffy cheeks.]

Yes, but that was cute!

An yer cute now. Yer a fluffy puppy. What's not t' loike?

Wait a minute.

That badger was you!?

[She is giving you the most horrified stare.]

*he doesn't respond. Just flicks his ears back and forth irritably. No he's not enjoying admitting that he was the one who slept on her pillow all nuzzled up against her neck.*

[Whimpering, she lowers her head to the ground and places her paws over her eyes.

Clearly, this is too awkward.]

I'm sorry about my breasts and you not liking them.

[Even as a dog her English is terrible.]

What? That wasn't th' .. That ain't what I meant. It's jus'.. you know.. Awkward.

I was just trying to keep you warm in a comfortable spot. It was squishy there. I tried my best.

*So much uncomfortable.*

Can we not talk about yer breasts?

Why? Is there something wrong with them?

*It's a good thing he's already a red dog, or he'd be even redder.*

What? No. I mean.. I dunno I wasn't lookin'. They're foine.

Let's not talk about this.

*He presses his ears back and looks miserable.*

[She doesn't see anything wrong with talking about her chest. Men had chests too. What was the big deal? The difference wasn't as straightforward to her at it should of been.]

Oh, I was worried my scars scared you when you were a cute little one. That's all... sorry.

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