Dreamsland - Missile, day 3

[murimurimuri]

[A voice is calling from a dark and secluded corner of the park. The delectable smell of hot dogs wafts on the air.]

Heeere Missile! Here, boy~!

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[murimurimuri]

[He sighs and tosses another piece of hot dog, this one aimed at Missile's head, to see how good he is at catching. He's not even trying to lure the dog closer anymore.]

You don't get it at all, huh... I can't believe I let that hamster-obsessed poseur get to you before I did...

[He takes a piece of the hot dog for himself.]

Well, it can't be helped. I'll just have to talk to him myself.

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Better at bouncing it off his nose than at catching it. Nice try, Missile. Nice try.

...He's not entirely sure what the squirrel fellow is saying, but it seems like he's given up for now. ]

[murimurimuri]

[He smiles again, and when he speaks again his voice is light and happy:]

I'll see you later, boy! You keep on doing the good work letting us know when there's somebody who needs to be wiped out, okay? ♥