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"Lil," Marco huffed with a chuckle. "Either they're scared of your animals or immediately dart back inside." |
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"True." She mused. "That's definitely true." |
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He chuckled, grabbing a spare change of clothes as he went to shower. |
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She soon returned, not with one, not with two, but four puppies. One Dalmatian, one Saarloos wolfdog, one Czechoslavakian wolfdog, and one Belgian Malinois. |
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Somehow, the dalmation had broken into the bathroom and snatched Marco's shirt, darting away into hiding. The man turned the water off, stepping out and drying off as he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, reaching for his shirt before seeing it was gone, raising a brow. He walked out with his wavy hair still damp, chest still dotted with a few damp splotches as he caught sight of the Dalmation, figuring he was seeing things as he saw his shirt, darting after it. The pup ran off, trailing into the kitchen before Marco eventually grabbed it, yanking his shirt away before his gaze met Liliana's, chuckling. "That one's a troublemaker for su-" He pulled his shirt on, cutting off as he saw the rest of the puppies. "What. The. Hell. You have a whole gang of menaces?" The man teased, standing. |
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"Yes. Turns out, the bastard had these babies too, and wanted to kill 'em. So, I got them." She shrugged. |
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"Oh, well, good choice---you buying them, I mean." He mused with a chuckle, grinning as the other puppies raced over to him, tails wagging. |
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"Yeah. They'll be good show or working dogs." She grinned. |
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"Hello to you to," He muttered, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as one of the pup's slobbered on his face. |
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"Aw, they love ya!" She grinned. |
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