scawwy / camille

[rimet]

woof.

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[scrapdraught]

...And how do you fight?

[You are a dog?]

[rimet]

Woo... Woof, woof.

[ The puppy would perhaps use arcanum or with the good old fashioned bites. ]

[scrapdraught]

[This almost makes her laugh. As it stands her head ducks down, a secretive smile brewing.]

Well thank god for that.

[rimet]

[ Pickles tilts his head. What does she mean??? Why is that funny?? He doesn't understand. ]

[scrapdraught]

Sorry, it's just. I remember you opening your mouth at the weapons check.

[rimet]

[ Oh.

He wags his tail. He's glad that Camille finds it amusing now that he also understands why. Hehe. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Aw dammit.

Camille grins and gives him a double ear rub. It's too cute, seeing the direct line from thought to tail-wagging action.]

As much as I hate to think of you in a fight, little man, I take it your being here means you knocked 'em dead. Good on you.