[ Oh fuck there's Sumo and... yup. He 'understands' that whine. Goddammit! He's not gonna stop being a cat person because of this, Hank!
He grunts when they're inside, giving said dog a little look. Hey, yeah, we're cousins now or some shit Sumo. Whoop-dee-doo. ]
S'fine. [ Fuck it. He shrugs out of his jacket, which is mostly intact, but then just peels off his tattered shirt right then and there. His torso is still caked in dried blood. ] Not gonna be picky.
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He grunts when they're inside, giving said dog a little look. Hey, yeah, we're cousins now or some shit Sumo. Whoop-dee-doo. ]
S'fine. [ Fuck it. He shrugs out of his jacket, which is mostly intact, but then just peels off his tattered shirt right then and there. His torso is still caked in dried blood. ] Not gonna be picky.