( And lo, there John will find her: outside of the stables, a herd of sausage shaped triangle dogs at her feet, a fistful of treats in hand, and all of them sitting except for one. )
Siéntate! Sit. Por favor, you know how to, I have seen you do this-
( She's talking sternly to the standing dog, one hand on her hip — and little Pyrito sees only fit to bark at her, jumping up on its hind legs, demanding a treat and steadfastly refusing to follow the command she already taught him. )
[ And lo and behold, John arrives just at the nick of time to find this display happening before him. With a bored expression, hands in both pockets, he approaches closer and calls out - ]
Pyrito, sit.
[ Instantly assuming that the one funny-looking dog that's not listening to Laura is, after all, the very dog she named after him. Worth a shot doing this. Nothing to lose, anyway. ]
( It isn't that she's startled by him — she smelled him coming, that scent of skin and hormones and ashes and flames, stronger with each progressive step closer. No, what startles her is the fact that he says sit, and Pyrito... immediately sits, without so much as a second thought, planting his round butt on the ground and panting open-mouthed at them.
Her mouth falls open for one silent second.
And then comes the tirade: )
¡He estado intentando que este perro me escuche durante veinte minutos! ¿Cómo es posible que simplemente te acerques aquí y se lo digas una vez y te escuche? ¡Ni siquiera te había conocido antes! ¡Lo llamé como tú en broma! ¡No se supone que te escuche mejor que a mí! ¿Qué carajo?
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I'm teaching them to sit.
Pyrito is bad at it.
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pyrito?
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He's like you.
He doesn't like to listen.
Do you want to meet him?
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of course i wanna meet the fucker
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I will take you after dinner.
There's one left without a name. You can help me decide.
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Do you miss him? You talk about him a lot.
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the asshole can die in a fire
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Why are you so angry with him?
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why are you asking so many questions?
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that's all you need to know
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loser won't hurt a fly
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look, he's just an asshole. simple as that. don't need to complicate it
[ John doesn't even believe he has a heart to break. ]
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Come meet your dog son.
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( It comes with one attached picture. )
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which one's the badass named after me?
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maybe it'd listen to me. i won't take long, be there in a sec
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( And lo, there John will find her: outside of the stables, a herd of sausage shaped triangle dogs at her feet, a fistful of treats in hand, and all of them sitting except for one. )
Siéntate! Sit. Por favor, you know how to, I have seen you do this-
( She's talking sternly to the standing dog, one hand on her hip — and little Pyrito sees only fit to bark at her, jumping up on its hind legs, demanding a treat and steadfastly refusing to follow the command she already taught him. )
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Pyrito, sit.
[ Instantly assuming that the one funny-looking dog that's not listening to Laura is, after all, the very dog she named after him. Worth a shot doing this. Nothing to lose, anyway. ]
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Her mouth falls open for one silent second.
And then comes the tirade: )
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