[Hm. Boxer just looks at the toy where it's landed for a moment. They don't fetch in the house, it's an outside game. His new friend must not understand that, but that's fine. Boxer dutifully trots over to go and pick it up and bring it back, this time using his snout to push it closer to Molly after he deposits it back on the couch.]
[Eames watches all this with an expression of fond amusement; he well knows exactly what's happening, but it's fun to watch. At the question, he shakes his head with another amused noise.]
He's a normal dog. Fae make terrible housemates. [He quirks an eyebrow and a hint of a smile.] I would know.
[...huh, well that's. New. Most dogs lose their minds when somebody throws something for them. This dog is just staring at him like he's new or something.]
[He kind of is, but that's beside the point. The point being he's never felt so judged by something with four legs.]
[Molly looks at the toy like it's a trap, but eventually he reaches out to pat the dog's head. Is it just a gift, then...?] Thank you, friend. I appreciate the gesture...? [He casts a very unsure glance at Eames-- is he dogging correctly?]
[Boxer, for his part, seems delighted by this. Enough that he immediately turns his head up to lick Molly's palm and his tail starts wagging high and excitedly again. Eames laughs softly over the rim of his glass when he sees this, but aside from Molly's confusion it seems like it's going well, so he's happy not to intervene.]
His highness here is enough to deal with, especially when he starts licking my guests.
I figured, but if there's no one else to complain... Well, he doesn't seem too upset to be cohabiting with you. [Molly nods to Boxer, who's very busy licking his hand. And Molly's letting him, with great amusement.]
I'm not opposed to a little licking. Especially when the one doing the licking is so focused on it.
[Eames doesn't comment on Boxer's happiness or lack thereof; he knows he's a happy dog, if Molly saw how nervous he used to be he'd see this is like night and day, but he's not about to get all sentimental about it here.]
[The comment about licking gets a snort from him though, and he raises his eyebrows.] Well when you finish your drink, I can show you my technique upstairs.
Though I will say, I am a sight to behold when naked. [A work of art, really. Despite being covered in scars on his chest, neck, and arms, Mollymauk's entire right arm and back are covered in intricate, beautiful tattoos. The peacock tail on the side of his face is literally the tip of the iceberg in his situation. He gives Eames a smirk and takes maybe a larger sip than his usual from his glass.] But I think I'm of the same opinion.
[After all, anyone with such a social, friendly dog can't be too terrible. Molly continues to stroke the adorable dog's head.] But I suppose for someone like you, being patient is a practiced thing.
[Eames is actually slightly enamoured with others' scars, always has been. It's incredibly difficult to leave a lasting mark on him, and he could get rid of them if he wanted. Eames' scars and tattoos only stay because they're a fixture of how he sees himself rather than because of the permanence they should hold.]
[The comment on patience gets an amused snort from Eames though.] You'd be surprised. I know people much older than me who have almost zero patience.
Perhaps it's a trend, then. [Molly gives Boxer a good behind-the-ears scritching, pleased when it seems to be well-received. Dogs aren't so hard, apparently!] We're all impatient when we're young, mellow out, and then if you're fortunate enough to be ancient, you grow impatient again. Perhaps from watching everyone else moving so slowly or being stupid about the things they're rushing towards.
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[Eames watches all this with an expression of fond amusement; he well knows exactly what's happening, but it's fun to watch. At the question, he shakes his head with another amused noise.]
He's a normal dog. Fae make terrible housemates. [He quirks an eyebrow and a hint of a smile.] I would know.
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[He kind of is, but that's beside the point. The point being he's never felt so judged by something with four legs.]
[Molly looks at the toy like it's a trap, but eventually he reaches out to pat the dog's head. Is it just a gift, then...?] Thank you, friend. I appreciate the gesture...? [He casts a very unsure glance at Eames-- is he dogging correctly?]
Ah, so you share this with someone?
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[Boxer, for his part, seems delighted by this. Enough that he immediately turns his head up to lick Molly's palm and his tail starts wagging high and excitedly again. Eames laughs softly over the rim of his glass when he sees this, but aside from Molly's confusion it seems like it's going well, so he's happy not to intervene.]
His highness here is enough to deal with, especially when he starts licking my guests.
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I'm not opposed to a little licking. Especially when the one doing the licking is so focused on it.
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[The comment about licking gets a snort from him though, and he raises his eyebrows.] Well when you finish your drink, I can show you my technique upstairs.
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I didn't want to down this all in one swallow, though. I was enjoying it.
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[Boxer meanwhile, is taking a seat right at Molly's feet and putting his head on Molly's knee to soak up all these pets.]
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[After all, anyone with such a social, friendly dog can't be too terrible. Molly continues to stroke the adorable dog's head.] But I suppose for someone like you, being patient is a practiced thing.
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[The comment on patience gets an amused snort from Eames though.] You'd be surprised. I know people much older than me who have almost zero patience.
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