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]

You can tell who's good and who's bad, right boy? So I want you to look at me.

[He points to himself to illustrate his point.]

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Really? Missile's job is more about finding the bad people than finding the good people. After all, the faster all the bad people are found, the less time to kill people they'll have!

...He's not saying he's bad, is he? Confused whine. ]

[murimurimuri]

I'm good! Good!

[He points to himself again for emphasis, then comes out a little and sits down, tossing another piece of hot dog.]

I'm good and I want to be friends. And I want to be friends with your friends.

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Being his friend might be dangerous these days!

...He's not sure how to communicate this, so he settles for wagging his tail and panting, as this is his default. He's glad the man with the weird squirrel is good, after all! ]

[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? ♥