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*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.

We're all scarred up. Hazzard 'f th' job.

*Good. No more thinking about what's under that suit of hers.*

But no one looks at you like you're a freak of nature if you want to go out in public.

I don't regret the way I look, I know I had to do this so I could be who I wanted to be. Being ugly isn't so bad.

[Giving as much as a laugh as a dog could, she flicked her ears.]

If I stay put like this, I'll be cute forever. I won't have to worry about people not liking me.

Actually they do. Try bein' a full foot taller than everyone an' see how ya loike it.

*He scratched one of his ears with his leg.*

I think everyone in this town loikes ya. Shouldn't be a worry fer ya.

But your legs are so beautiful, I'm sure everyone is just envious. I know I'd love to cut them off with my axe and keep them for myself.

[This isn't awkward or creepy at all.]

You think so? I thought everyone was scared of me.

Ya can't keep my legs. I'm usin' em.

*well.. not right now he wasn't.*

Nah. Yer pretty loikable. Fer a RED.

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