Victor shimmies his hips to wake Makkachin up from his nap.
"Makkachin," he coos, trying to sound stern. "Only gifts. Don't go stealing food off of the table this time."
Makkachin accepts Connie's apple slice delicately in his teeth, wearing the expression of a too-clever dog who knows that rules only apply when someone is around to enforce them and that humans can almost always be counted on to indulge him.
"A lot of people here seem to feel similarly," Victor says with a shrug. "Me, I can't imagine how we all got along without it. But my social group is largely international, so I suppose I'm an exception."
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"Makkachin," he coos, trying to sound stern. "Only gifts. Don't go stealing food off of the table this time."
Makkachin accepts Connie's apple slice delicately in his teeth, wearing the expression of a too-clever dog who knows that rules only apply when someone is around to enforce them and that humans can almost always be counted on to indulge him.
"A lot of people here seem to feel similarly," Victor says with a shrug. "Me, I can't imagine how we all got along without it. But my social group is largely international, so I suppose I'm an exception."