[ immediately, the tray slips out and the dog is on it - and marco, bless his heart - ]
Hey, those aren't yours!
[ but, bertolt takes his attention off the arcanine, and he looks at him. bertolt always looks uncomfortable to a degree but, right now? he's not sure how to categorize how he's look. ]
Hello.
[ he gives a little sheepish laugh, stepping closer to his friend - no hesitation. all trust. he's never been abandoned and left to die by bertolt before. ]
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Hey, those aren't yours!
[ but, bertolt takes his attention off the arcanine, and he looks at him. bertolt always looks uncomfortable to a degree but, right now? he's not sure how to categorize how he's look. ]
Hello.
[ he gives a little sheepish laugh, stepping closer to his friend - no hesitation. all trust. he's never been abandoned and left to die by bertolt before. ]
Looks like we're in the same kind of trouble.