[“Fido” responds only by baring its teeth more visibly, lining those oversized jaws. The growl is guttural and constant.
But, perhaps not surprisingly, Rufus’ timing is perfect. His footsteps are drowned out in the irritation of his pet, but they become more audible the moment he rounds the corner and comes into the living room — dressed in white, as he often is, but only a dress shirt and slacks combo today, shoes impeccably shined.]
Darkstar, heel.
[The hound’s ears flick back, twitching a little at its master’s voice, but without hesitation it sits on its haunches. Still alert, still made of taut muscle that looks as if it might spring forward in a moment’s notice, but the aggression drains away. It stares at Alec all the same.
Rufus regards the man for a moment — the state of his dress, the obvious distrust by way of keeping his hood up — and doesn’t seem terribly impressed. But as he did not expect to be impressed, there is nothing particularly inflammatory in his tone.]
Don’t worry. He doesn’t bite unless I tell him to.
[Rufus is unaware of any defensive magic the man might’ve set up, but it likely doesn’t matter. It won’t be needed.]
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But, perhaps not surprisingly, Rufus’ timing is perfect. His footsteps are drowned out in the irritation of his pet, but they become more audible the moment he rounds the corner and comes into the living room — dressed in white, as he often is, but only a dress shirt and slacks combo today, shoes impeccably shined.]
Darkstar, heel.
[The hound’s ears flick back, twitching a little at its master’s voice, but without hesitation it sits on its haunches. Still alert, still made of taut muscle that looks as if it might spring forward in a moment’s notice, but the aggression drains away. It stares at Alec all the same.
Rufus regards the man for a moment — the state of his dress, the obvious distrust by way of keeping his hood up — and doesn’t seem terribly impressed. But as he did not expect to be impressed, there is nothing particularly inflammatory in his tone.]
Don’t worry. He doesn’t bite unless I tell him to.
[Rufus is unaware of any defensive magic the man might’ve set up, but it likely doesn’t matter. It won’t be needed.]