PSL; [YOU MAY BURY MY BODY]

[makimavellian]

( me and the devil walkin' side by side )

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[spellbent]

[ Hopefully someone decided to take care of them after they chopped her up and ate?? Her??? (He still has to ask about that.) ]

Just how many dogs did you have?

[makimavellian]

[Yes, that's quite a story. It might be relevant, at least insofar as her regeneration was circumvented, given the contract they've forged with each other now.

But for now! Dogs!]

I had seven.

[Her eyebrows lift in consideration.]

Or... eight. If you count the human.

[spellbent]

[ MA'AM? Warren has literal cages in his basement and even he's baffled by that one. ]

I beg your pardon?

[makimavellian]

[Come now. Don’t you know the best kind of torture isn’t strictly physical, but mental? She smiles at the recollection, and despite her pleasant tone, there’s something mean about it.]

I had a human as a pet. A young boy with a completely broken spirit, whose life was such a disastrous mess that he didn’t even want to think. He only wanted to follow orders. So I said he could be my dog.

So it kind of counts. In spirit.

[spellbent]

[ He notes that edge to her tone. Despite her apparent desire for a world of love and peace, he gets the feeling that her idea of “love” is perhaps anything but. Much like himself, she’s gnarled and twisted beyond repair. ]

In spirit. Well, if it comes to something like that, run it by me first.

[ Having excess people in the house would just be a hassle. ]

[makimavellian]

[Buddy you don't even know.

Or maybe you do.]

Oh, no. I don't do something like that very often. Only special cases get that treatment.

Tomorrow it'll just be normal dogs. I hope your schedule is clear. I want you to meet them, and them to meet you.

[spellbent]

[ There's also something about the way that she emphasizes "special cases" that really makes him think that he does not ever want to find out what it means to be one.

Thank god she's on his side. ]

That's fine. I should warn you, though. I don't have anything against most animals, but they seem to have something against me.

[ Probably all of the murder. ]

[makimavellian]

[Probably. Animals are very sensitive creatures, and they sense bad vibes with ease. The only real reason why her dogs are so deliriously obedient is because of what she is.]

Do you mean you don't...

[She has to turn the implication of this over in her head.]

...Or, you can't pet dogs?

[WHAT A TERRIBLE FATE THAT HAS BEFALLEN YOU, WARREN]

[spellbent]

I don't usually go out of my way to try to pet dogs. If they happen to be around, they're wary at best, downright vicious at worst.

[ Alright Makima, you have to turn this man into a dog person. Good luck. ]

[makimavellian]

[Challenge accepted.]

Hm. Mine won’t be anything but friendly to you. [She can make sure of that.] You can expect obedience, and maybe with time… Even you might give into the temptation to give a good boy an ear scritch.

[spellbent]

[ He breathes out a small noise, something that might be classified as amused. ]

Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.

[makimavellian]

[Her smile widens and actually crinkles the corners of her eyes. She has the look of someone imagining (or orchestrating) a future where Warren... wants to give a dog a pet. Yes, how dispicable her grandiose plans can be.]

Okay, well. We'll see.

[Anyway! She turns to cross back over to the stairs.]

Tomorrow, then. Look forward to new friends, Warren.