week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[scooptimistic]

[ She'll follow him, after gently dislodging the puppies.

And sure enough, the dogs are not going for the snakes after a few hopeful bounces. ]

There we go! Not so bad!

[anathemaw]

[ thank god. He still looks somewhat apprehensive, but as the dogs calm down (maybe the excitement over the Giant New Human with Noodle Friends is fading), the apprehension fades into something like embarrassment. Especially because Maya is sitting there, completely unbothered, with three dogs on her lap. ]

... I pray thee cast this disgrace from thy mind. Mine serpents are precious companions to me.

[ but he might have been overly cautious. He just wasn't expecting all the dogs!! ]

[scooptimistic]

It's not a disgrace! Especially if they're precious to you! You were just trying to protect them.

[ Adamantly. ]

I'd feel awful if any of the dogs got a hold of them, too!

[anathemaw]

[ he sighs through his nose. ]

I have felled a thousand soldiers and a thousand beasts of war. Mine knights would surely doubt their eyes, to see me quail at simple mongrels.

[scooptimistic]

Well, you can't exactly fell a dog in a place where they're encouraging adoptions.

[ so. ]

Thanks for not trying to cut them down!

[anathemaw]

Maya. I accompany thee unarmed.

[ he didn't bring his spear to the dog cafe!! the dogs are safe!! probably. ]

[scooptimistic]

Which I appreciate, but I still feel like you could do some damage without a weapon.

[ It's a compliment. ]

[anathemaw]

[ a "hmph." 5% amused, perhaps. ]

Thine intuition serves thee true.

[ he can do a lot of other things, but he's also not going to light the dogs on fire. Thankfully. Anyways! ]

Thou seemest familiar with this... kennel.

[ he still doesn't know what this is supposed to be?? he's only seen war dogs and feral hounds for the past thousand years... ]

[scooptimistic]

It's a cafe that promotes spending time with dogs and maybe taking one home! There are a bunch of different ones in Japan.

[ this could have been capybaras. ]

[anathemaw]

[ he's glancing sidelong at that fluffy poodle. ]

They are of strange breeding.

[ he's never seen dogs so small... or curly. ]

[scooptimistic]

They're meant for companionship, that's why. Do you want to try petting one?

[ They're soft! ]

[anathemaw]

[ hesitantly, he lowers a hand off the side of the table in offer - and, unsurprisingly, the dogs which had been quite eager to make friends with him come trotting back over, immediately assaulting him with sniffs and licks.

...... ]

... The hounds of my homeland are beasts of burden all.

[scooptimistic]

That's a shame. I bet they could do with some affection, too.

[ As she pets a fluffy friend. Maya is definitely thriving in this environment, and thriving even more to see Messmer being assaulted with love. ]

[anathemaw]

[ he shakes his head as he very, very carefully pets the miniature poodle on its fluffy head. ]

Working doth not exclude cherishment. Many are the knights whom gladly would give their lives for their dog.

[scooptimistic]

Oh! Honestly, good for them!

[ She's thrilled. ]

I bet they were good dogs.