Well, he felt somewhat accomplished today anyway. He had managed to find himself a parasite of sorts, a pup that was apparently going to stalk his shadow at least until the boy grew up and got a girlfriend or something. But at least in the meantime, he shouldn't be bored. He just had to find a way to entertain the boy when he needed some "alone time" with Belhara. This whole talking thing apparently didn't come easily for the pup but he would keep trying. After all, he wasn't known for quitting. He didn't know what the pup might have gone through earlier on in life but he was still living so it couldn't have been that traumatic, right? And now he had his belly full of gator and the honor of Cuirass' company. What better could there be? There was definitely something off about the pup but he couldn't put his paw on it. It didn't like to talk a lot and it acted uncomfortable about it when it did. Did no one teach it how to talk when it was young? And when it listened to him, he swore it was watching his lips more than anything like it was reading them or wanting to kiss him or something.

But some experience had certainly made the pup stubborn and more prone to fangs than anything. Most pups would be submissive and whimpering for mercy but not him. The little pipsqueak was lionhearted for sure. Cuirass wasn't at all intimidated by his threats so he lied down in front of him and tried to make small talk. The pup looked about ready to take a nap, but then he started acting weird. Cuirass wrinkled his nose and jerked his head back.

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you going to p..."

He didn't even get to finish his sentence when the pup suddenly puked up some of the meat. His ears flattened.

"Ew, gross, man! You're supposed to keep that in your stomach. It's not like I'm expecting you to share or anything, but thanks for the thought."

He glanced over at the nice little pile and wrinkled his nose again before watching the pup plop down and look at him. Now the pup was being stubborn, shrugging at his questions. Come on, after all he'd done? Feed the little bugger and this is what he gets? Just his luck. Then he said no and Cuirass sniffed indignantly.

"Ah come on, you can do better than that."

The pup looked thoughtful at one point and Cuirass quieted down, waiting as patiently as he could though his brows rose expectantly. He felt like he was trying to get a rat to poke its little head out of a hole. Come on, little fella, come on out.... it was like that. Then in a creepy moment, the pup started grinning like a mad man and Cuirass pulled his head back, one brow rising in question. What was his problem? Then the pup said something way unexpected. Dad? You dad? Oh, hell to the no. He stood up, snorting and shaking his head as he chuckled dryly. He swished his tail in irritation as he cotninued shaking his head as if the more he shook it, the more the pup would understand.

"Oh heck to the no. I am NOT your dad. Fun uncle, maybe. Definitely not your dad. I'd know if I created you."

He paused to glance at the pup again, wanting to make sure he got his point across. He plopped back down and stretched out. Man, now HE was feeling ready for a nap himself. The pup suddenly walked over to him and he raised his brow again, watching. The pup plopped down between his forelegs and laid his head down across his paws. At first Cuirass thought about moving, getting up and moving away, but somehow he couldn't make himself do it. He sniffed again and looked at the pup one more time before he set his own head down beside the pup and sighed, content to just let it be for now.

"Whatever."

He mumbled as he closed his own eyes and felt himself falling asleep.