[ Oh hell yes - Arcanine's tail wags immediately at the sight of Hange, recognizing her scent. She's the lady who gives expert cuddles! He's lucked out, quickly leaning over to give her a quick sniff - snout poking at her frame - before letting his fur be ruffled contently.
Arcanine's a goddamn traitor, he thinks. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, simply.
... Though he feels bad that she's always been open to giving Arcanine a warm reception. Maybe a bit of formalities won't hurt? ] ... How's medical, anyway?
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Arcanine's a goddamn traitor, he thinks. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, simply.
... Though he feels bad that she's always been open to giving Arcanine a warm reception. Maybe a bit of formalities won't hurt? ] ... How's medical, anyway?
[ He tried. ]