[Since Joss was completely serious, Naren's noncommittal answer suits him just fine.
As for the dog... well, he's no stranger to shoving all manners of creatures into the burlap sacks so kindly provided to him by quest givers, but he does usually feel a little bad about it. The way they react tends to fall into two categories: the ones that angrily thrash about, in which case he's really glad there's a layer of thick fabric between them and his hands... and the ones that just whine pitifully the entire time and make him feel like the scum of the earth.
He doesn't want to know which category this dog who suspiciously looks like Alphinaud falls into. Maybe there's another way.
He shakes his head, slightly raising a hand in front of him in order to ask Naren to hold.]
Food. It might lure it away.
[The small dog's expression is completely unreadable. Joss shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure of where the unease he's experiencing comes from.
When he can finally tear his gaze away, just late enough for it to be awkward, he reaches into a pouch in his belt and retrieves a slice of chocobo jerky. Will the dog be interested in this treat? He doesn't know, but he tries waving it in front of its face a little.]
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As for the dog... well, he's no stranger to shoving all manners of creatures into the burlap sacks so kindly provided to him by quest givers, but he does usually feel a little bad about it. The way they react tends to fall into two categories: the ones that angrily thrash about, in which case he's really glad there's a layer of thick fabric between them and his hands... and the ones that just whine pitifully the entire time and make him feel like the scum of the earth.
He doesn't want to know which category this dog who suspiciously looks like Alphinaud falls into. Maybe there's another way.
He shakes his head, slightly raising a hand in front of him in order to ask Naren to hold.]
Food. It might lure it away.
[The small dog's expression is completely unreadable. Joss shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure of where the unease he's experiencing comes from.
When he can finally tear his gaze away, just late enough for it to be awkward, he reaches into a pouch in his belt and retrieves a slice of chocobo jerky. Will the dog be interested in this treat? He doesn't know, but he tries waving it in front of its face a little.]