( his ears rise only slightly at the kiss, but they shoot straight up at the word promise. truly, there’s something loaded, within those syllables— even a dog can recognize that much. for all of esi’s cajoling, whining, demanding, never once has he said such a thing, not even while trying to convince kirma to protect him all the way to yangsa. for the first time in their current lives, he thinks: maybe i can trust this.
and if he can’t, if he doesn’t end up liking it…
there are ways for dogs to get their revenge, too. )
Daily is too much. I’ll never have a dry tail again.
( it’s easy for esi to insist on such a thing, when he only has hair to worry about. though kirma is less furry than he could be, the fur he does have is thick, to better insulate against the bitter cold that defines their home; no towel could ever hope to stand against the power of such an undercoat. bathing complaints aside, though, he is moving again. with caution, but moving all the same. )
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and if he can’t, if he doesn’t end up liking it…
there are ways for dogs to get their revenge, too. )
Daily is too much. I’ll never have a dry tail again.
( it’s easy for esi to insist on such a thing, when he only has hair to worry about. though kirma is less furry than he could be, the fur he does have is thick, to better insulate against the bitter cold that defines their home; no towel could ever hope to stand against the power of such an undercoat. bathing complaints aside, though, he is moving again. with caution, but moving all the same. )