( 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?
[ Always going to be thankful to this realm's magic for always understanding her tirades even when they're spoken through another language. It amuses John so, and it's palpable in his expression when she's finally done with it. ]
Guess that just means the name works on him.
[ Because Pyrito will only listen to Pyro himself. ]
( She huffs unhappily, crossing her arms for a moment. Does it make a difference? Messing with her or not, he still does not sit for her when he does for John. This is deeply annoying and, after a beat, she marches over and stuffs a fistful of treats into his hands. )
Since he loves you so much, you teach him.
( And that is the story all about how Pyrito begins following John around any time he comes within sniffing distance of the stables — and, eventually, even further than that. )
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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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Guess that just means the name works on him.
[ Because Pyrito will only listen to Pyro himself. ]
You sure he's not just messing with you?
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( She huffs unhappily, crossing her arms for a moment. Does it make a difference? Messing with her or not, he still does not sit for her when he does for John. This is deeply annoying and, after a beat, she marches over and stuffs a fistful of treats into his hands. )
Since he loves you so much, you teach him.
( And that is the story all about how Pyrito begins following John around any time he comes within sniffing distance of the stables — and, eventually, even further than that. )