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[badassdatadog]

[See hungry dog.

See hungry dog staring at a literal mountain of unopened dog food cans in front of him.

With no one around to help.

Don't you want to help? :(]

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:D

[gottaknockhard]

[Oh hey, Ein. This guy doesn't even notice you, he just looks at the pile of dog food and wonders where the hell they're hiding the real food.

Which he is now digging for, throwing cans this way and that. What were they thinking?? Geez.]

this is all your fault you realize that

[badassdatadog]

[Oh god. Anyone but this loser.

But, you know, a hungry dog can't be choosy. So, for now, he'll just trot over beside Spike and look up at him expectantly. Hey, the cute act tends to work on almost everyone. Maybe he'll get lucky.]

:DDD

[gottaknockhard]

[He's getting more annoyed by the second. Who spent all their money on dog food? Was it...

... oh, he sees you now. Squinting so hard at him.]

Where's the food, Ein?

the things i do

[badassdatadog]

[You know what, Spike? You could redeem yourself from a lifetime of loserdom right now by doing one simple thing. OPENING ONE OF THE DAMN CANS.

For now, though, Ein won't be deterred. He sits, continuing to look up at Spike, the cute act turned up to 11.]

it's like it's christmas again

[gottaknockhard]

[Must suck not to have thumbs. Or you know... be starving only to find a mountain of dog food.]

Maybe I could sell them back to the store. [Argh what a pain. ... oh hey, dog in the way of his feet.] What do you want?

... well. in that case. :')

[badassdatadog]

[Oh hey, so far so good. We're moving a step in the right direction. Maybe persistence does pay off.

This time, he gives a short little bark.]

:))))

[gottaknockhard]

[Glancing back at the cans like he's slowly getting it. There's something wrong with this picture.]

Doesn't someone else usually feed you?

<33

[badassdatadog]

[Well, obviously they're gone, dumbass. Not that hard to figure out. Take a look around.

Two barks this time. And some (slightly pathetic) insistence in those cute little eyes. All he needs is a little more persuasion, right?]

<3!

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike bends down to pick up one of the cans he tossed aside. He needs it for evidence when he goes to bitch at Jet.

...then he looks down at Ein still... being there. Considering this... He knows if he does it once he'll be stuck doing it forever.]

[badassdatadog]

[Come on, Spike. You know you want to. You know you do.......

Look at that cute and pathetic face. (Which is now just... full-blown pathetic.) JUST LOOK AT IT. Who can resist that?]

[gottaknockhard]

[It's a lost cause. Spike's heart is too black and hardened to cute dog faces. ... Although a second later he breaks and shouts behind him.]

Jet! What's going on here?

[badassdatadog]

[YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. Can't you see he's starving?!

Well, if being cute and pathetic isn't working, he'll have to try a new strategy. Like... biting him on the ankle.]

[gottaknockhard]

Hey, ow!

[It actually doesn't hurt that much. Spike is a drama queen.]

...

Fine. One can, then I'm hawking the rest.

[badassdatadog]

[Can't say you didn't deserve it. Who withholds food from a dog, honestly? Only the most colossal of jackasses.

... Well. He's waiting. Produce the can already :|]

[gottaknockhard]

[He pops he tab and peels back the lid, then practically drops it on the floor.

Taking orders from a dog, now. Don't you dare tell anyone.]

[badassdatadog]

[Oh, never fear. Your secret is always safe with Ein.

And speaking of Ein, that'll be him, making a beeline for that can before Spike has an opportunity to change his mind. You know how hungry dogs get around food. Srs business.]

[gottaknockhard]

[And yet Spike is still hungry. This sucks.]

Help yourself.

[badassdatadog]

[Life's just not fair, is it?

... But you can live with the satisfaction that you just made a cute little corgi's day, right? Look how happy he is, gobbling that can of food down like it's going out of style :3]

[gottaknockhard]

[That just makes him jealous, actually. His stomach groans right on cue.

Mildly wondering what dog food tastes like... Maybe he should ask Faye.]

[badassdatadog]

[Of course, one measly little can of dog food isn't going to last Ein very long. He'll naturally be looking for more. They haven't had much to eat in about three days, after all.

So, when that can is all polished off? He'll be riiiight back over at your feet, Spike. With that same look. Totally begging again.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow that didn't get old about ten minutes ago. Spike has another can in his hands and steps over the furball to find a comfortable spot to sit and ignore his existence.

...and read the ingredients in these things. Do they have real meat in them?]

[badassdatadog]

[Too bad, so sad. Because you are now being followed.

And not left alone.

Ever.

It isn't long before he's found a spot on the floor in front of Spike. He'll make camp there. As long as it takes.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He sees him there. And now he's being forced to double his efforts of ignoring him.

Shoving the can behind a couch pillow, he lies down and shuts his eyes. It's an old technique of his to sleep through his hunger pangs. He's hoping the dog will take the hint.]