[He's not personally worried about whatever was bothering Miller, but he knows a thing or two about being paranoid, so he keeps an eye out as he heads to his room. Not that he's got far to go.
[And still he looks both ways out the door. It's a little funny, him trusting Liquid to keep an eye out for the things he's nervous of- since one is confirmed to kill him above the other.]
[But Liquid has shown he can be reasoned with on some level. Skulls can't.]
Come on in.
[He steps out of the way. There's about six dogs left in the laundry hamper, all of which still rolling and scuffling over each other.]
[Liquid definitely hasn't been followed. Not that there's a long way to get followed from room to room. He likes to think he's at least proven that he can go some time without killing people. Might not be much of an achievement, but hey.]
Ah, there they are!
[He tries not to look too excited as he walks in, but he fails. He fails, but this time he doesn't particularly care, because there's puppies, and it's hard not to be excited about puppies.
He reaches into the hamper with both hands so he can pet two at once.]
[Miller sits on the edge of his bed, and waits, watches. He still wonders what the chances are that Eli could have ever adjusted to a normal life. He hates the thought of people being bound by their genes, an automated heritage. But he has to acknowledge there are some traits that carry over. They can't help it. Maybe one of them was that Liquid ended up with a bit of a wandering soul like Big Boss.]
[The pups are excited to get at his hands, some licking, some trying to bite with their menacing little puppy teeth.]
[Liquid never really had a pet of his own. Sure, there were animals back in Angola, but they were all wild. Just like him. Sure, he'd dealt with hunting dogs and scouting dogs and animals for the sake of battle but nothing that he'd consider an actual pet. Nothing he could curl up with at the end of the day with a good book.
That's going to change today.
He laughs, making sure to give all six puppies some attention. One of them seems to be fighting for his attention more than the others, and despite it trying to bite him he scratches it behind the ears, grinning widely.]
[He might have, but this one's so busy trying to get his attention that it'd be hard to go for the quiet one instead.
But it was dog at first sight.]
I'm sure I could cure it of its shoe habits. The ear issue might be useful, though.
[He still pets the other dogs here and there, despite the one he seems to have chosen trying to get in the way again and again. It bites his fingers and he picks it up.]
Now what sort of commander would I be if I couldn't train a dog?
[Not that he's ever trained a dog before, but he got a whole group of kids to listen to him back in Angola and FOXHOUND wouldn't cooperate for just anyone.]
He'll be brilliant.
[Liquid's nothing if not confident, and he grins at the dog.]
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Just...
Make sure nothing is following you.
[He's not been bothered in a little bit but that doesn't mean he's not a high grade of paranoid.]
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[He's not personally worried about whatever was bothering Miller, but he knows a thing or two about being paranoid, so he keeps an eye out as he heads to his room. Not that he's got far to go.
He knocks on the door.]
All clear.
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[But Liquid has shown he can be reasoned with on some level. Skulls can't.]
Come on in.
[He steps out of the way. There's about six dogs left in the laundry hamper, all of which still rolling and scuffling over each other.]
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Ah, there they are!
[He tries not to look too excited as he walks in, but he fails. He fails, but this time he doesn't particularly care, because there's puppies, and it's hard not to be excited about puppies.
He reaches into the hamper with both hands so he can pet two at once.]
So I can just pick whichever?
[However will he choose?]
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[Miller sits on the edge of his bed, and waits, watches. He still wonders what the chances are that Eli could have ever adjusted to a normal life. He hates the thought of people being bound by their genes, an automated heritage. But he has to acknowledge there are some traits that carry over. They can't help it. Maybe one of them was that Liquid ended up with a bit of a wandering soul like Big Boss.]
[The pups are excited to get at his hands, some licking, some trying to bite with their menacing little puppy teeth.]
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That's going to change today.
He laughs, making sure to give all six puppies some attention. One of them seems to be fighting for his attention more than the others, and despite it trying to bite him he scratches it behind the ears, grinning widely.]
Vicious, are you?
[Uh-oh. He might have found a winner.]
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[It seems like a perfect fit. It's either that, or Liquid might have picked the sweetest, gentlest one he could find.]
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But it was dog at first sight.]
I'm sure I could cure it of its shoe habits. The ear issue might be useful, though.
[He still pets the other dogs here and there, despite the one he seems to have chosen trying to get in the way again and again. It bites his fingers and he picks it up.]
It'll learn.
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[At least its energy should keep Liquid occupied when he's at his worst.]
Either way, I think they're good to have around.
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[Not that he's ever trained a dog before, but he got a whole group of kids to listen to him back in Angola and FOXHOUND wouldn't cooperate for just anyone.]
He'll be brilliant.
[Liquid's nothing if not confident, and he grins at the dog.]
Won't you.