The Bloodhound

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Quickly, Mike looked up, eyes widened. Yet, his reflexes were quite good. He caught her with ease. He stared at her, with a confused expression, “....Why?”

Mike looked up at her, he raised an eyebrow, “Comfy?”

He is scared.....Very scared. “.....Sorry, Nanaba...”

Mike finds another pair of boots lying around, clearly bigger then Nanaba’s feet. He places them in her room.

Boops nose back.

“As long as I get a toffee.” Mike smiled, popping of the chocolates into his mouth, then ruffles her hair

“Good cause I don’t have any intention to move.”

Take one of the flowers and places it behind her ear.

“Tired there Nanaba?” He asked picking her up, ans carrying her off to bed.

That’s how she’s greeting him now? Good, he taught her well!

He offers her the piece of bread, “Want one?”

While true that he does indeed smell things (and not the implication Nanaba had intended), he could not let this stand. While Nanaba was sleeping, he placed a “kick me” sign on her jacket