That was the original intention, believe me. But I'm sure you can imagine I didn't have many...friends, growing up. And she's always been good company.
[There's a touch of irony in the way he says that; whether his lack of friends is from his winning personality or his lofty position is anyone's interpretation, of course. But either way, it's true; D's always been the one thing he's known cared for him unconditionally. People could be fickle in their attentions and their motives. She never is.
But Tifa's request actually gets him to raise his eyebrows, more surprised than anything else. He wouldn't have expected her to be so...willing to take a chance, particularly not on a beast he knows she's seen in combat. But he'd be lying if he tried to pretend like it doesn't work a thread of odd warmth into the otherwise cool situation; he is, after all, a dog person.]
...Do you want to? She'll behave. D, come here.
[So he says, without hesitation, and lowers his hands in a loosely cupped position — and, recognizing the command, Darkstar trots right over and places her muzzle in them, ears smoothed back with contentment, though she still never takes her eyes off Tifa.]
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[There's a touch of irony in the way he says that; whether his lack of friends is from his winning personality or his lofty position is anyone's interpretation, of course. But either way, it's true; D's always been the one thing he's known cared for him unconditionally. People could be fickle in their attentions and their motives. She never is.
But Tifa's request actually gets him to raise his eyebrows, more surprised than anything else. He wouldn't have expected her to be so...willing to take a chance, particularly not on a beast he knows she's seen in combat. But he'd be lying if he tried to pretend like it doesn't work a thread of odd warmth into the otherwise cool situation; he is, after all, a dog person.]
...Do you want to? She'll behave. D, come here.
[So he says, without hesitation, and lowers his hands in a loosely cupped position — and, recognizing the command, Darkstar trots right over and places her muzzle in them, ears smoothed back with contentment, though she still never takes her eyes off Tifa.]