( Without much warning, Chris collapses down onto Adrian, wraps his arms around his fluffy neck, and chooses now to try out some of the eye exercises he seems so fond of. )
God, buddy, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry. Fuck!
( How could he be so stupid? So negligent? So clueless? This isn't how peace gets made, by murdering a poor, innocent dog. See, it's reasons like these that everybody hates him. It's why his dad would never let him have a dog. He isn't good enough for one, he isn't responsible enough for one. Adrian would be in the right if he scratched him right in the face. It's what he deserves for being such a terrible dog owner.
He pulls away his soggy, tear-laden face and just looks at Adrian, as if waiting for the scratch that probably won't come. )
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God, buddy, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry. Fuck!
( How could he be so stupid? So negligent? So clueless? This isn't how peace gets made, by murdering a poor, innocent dog. See, it's reasons like these that everybody hates him. It's why his dad would never let him have a dog. He isn't good enough for one, he isn't responsible enough for one. Adrian would be in the right if he scratched him right in the face. It's what he deserves for being such a terrible dog owner.
He pulls away his soggy, tear-laden face and just looks at Adrian, as if waiting for the scratch that probably won't come. )