You walked up to me - [hang on. his dog, boofs slightly at the increased tension. he'd got a young adult rottweiler, one trained well enough that archer wouldn't have to put any effort into it. ideal, really, other than the fact the poor thing hasn't really had a chance to settle yet. impulse buy. he reaches down, putting a hand on its head. gotta name him, still. soft. soft ears.] - and told me I stank, dipshit!
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[he scowls at okuyasu.]
Leave me the hell alone, weirdo.