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woof woof motherfluffer
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Wherever you are in the Holy City on the eve of martial law, whatever business you were going about, something catches your attention: a high-pitched yelp, a loud crash, or maybe just the frantic blur of paws. The point is, you are now looking at a small orange dog crawling out from behind an overturned bin. Asgard does have strays, but whether or not you're familiar with the ones in this area, this one might be hard to recognise. Besides, it looks a little too well-groomed to fit in with them even as it scrabbles to remove a discarded paper bag from its head, and a lot too disoriented. And it seems to have a collar -
- wait, is that a collar? Some collars do have stones inset into them, but...
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One way or another, you have successfully identified the strange dog, which he's pretty relieved by, and life goes on. Unfortunately... well, life goes on, and biological processes with it.
Not necessarily that one, though. This whining and pawing at your ankles could mean anything, after all.
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The metalworks scattered around town have been getting more and more business as tensions rise and more people sense the need to protect themselves. For the young native woman at this particular shop, today hasn't been too different. But right now it's quiet, so, she's on break: her door is propped wide open, for whatever little respite it offers from the heat of the forge, and she's lounging just outside.
She gives you an amicable nod as you pass by, completely ignoring the small fluffy dog nonchalantly padding up to her from the other side of the street. Sure, you don't usually see many pets or strays in this area, but it's not a suspicious sight or anything, is it?
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All of a sudden, the door handle you were reaching towards turns by itself and bursts violently outwards.
Once you recover from the surprise or worse, you imagine you can hear a small squeak, which might sound almost apologetic or might just be the canine equivalent of snickering, but you can't see the source. How mysterious.
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idk look he's a Pomeranian now let's just do this thing
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[He crouches down and gives Yosuke a few "apologetic" pats on the head.
To make matters even better(?), Shirou has turned up out of nowhere and is currently watching Yosuke with some curiosity. Why does this weird dog smell like that one human?]
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Still, eventually, he does recover his footing. He shakes himself off, lets out a noise that could almost be a sigh - and bolts, with impressive speed for such little paws.
If considerably less impressive attention to the direction he's running, or whether any cats happen to be in it.]
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What, you're not even going to enjoy the park for a while? And after all the trouble I went through to bring you here, too.
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[What's there to do in the park of all places? He can't see any girls around...]
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[And yes, a noticeable lack of ladies at the moment given it's mid-day.]
I'm sure Shirou would even be kind enough to keep an eye on you the whole time. Isn't that nice of him?
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Alright, now he knows he's getting out of here - just as soon as he manages to dislodge this stupid cat.]
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What, the park isn't good enough? I kinda figured you're a little too tiny to take on the forest by yourself, but if you really prefer it...
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But then an idea occurs. Yeah, it's a long shot, but it's better than just being sat on forever. He stops his squirming again, just long enough to shoot a glare up at the offending cat... and then to mentally picture it being tugged away.]
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However, Yosuke may also notice his collar appears to be pulling him towards the ground. He can probably scramble to his feet again, but it's certainly not letting him get anywhere.]
Now that's not very nice!