[Ein will certainly get a good greeting - it's mostly reserved, but there is reasonably vigorous petting, scritching, and face-squishing coming from Pidge, who grins up until Spike addresses her.]
Oh, hey.
[There's a pause, then she sniffs at the air, and her eyes widen, and she scoots just a touch closer.]
[ Hrk--!! Why are kids like this?! Spike's shoulders hike up and he gives Pidge a pathetic little glare, assessing her.
Ein, however, is already running circles around Pidge, thrilled. He has made his two-second dog assessment of her and approves, turning his head (and his little yips) to Spike, who jumps again. Ein is a smart dog, though, and Spike's brows furrow as he can see his opportunities to say no crumble before him.
That doesn't mean he won't go down playing the nice guy.]
...You out here alone?
[He asks, eying her up and down. He probably can't get away with chasing her off. Fuck.]
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Oh, hey.
[There's a pause, then she sniffs at the air, and her eyes widen, and she scoots just a touch closer.]
You said 'beef', didn't you?
[DON'T LIE, SPIKE, SHE CAN SMELL IT.]
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Ein, however, is already running circles around Pidge, thrilled. He has made his two-second dog assessment of her and approves, turning his head (and his little yips) to Spike, who jumps again. Ein is a smart dog, though, and Spike's brows furrow as he can see his opportunities to say no crumble before him.
That doesn't mean he won't go down playing the nice guy.]
...You out here alone?
[He asks, eying her up and down. He probably can't get away with chasing her off. Fuck.]