[ These things happen when you're that low to the ground and any inconvenience that comes out of it does not stay in Missile's head long enough to form a grudge. He's a good boy oh wow. Well, he knows he is, of course he is, he's the best. HELLO. Missile wuffs in the traditional pomeranian greeting and sits back to evaluate this stranger.
He... smells like blood because everyone does and it's making him a little nervous, but what's that scent under it? It's an animal scent and kind of like rats but not really? This requires investigation. What is the best place to sniff. Hands? Face? Long purple thing? There are so many choices. (The answer is sniff everything he can get away with because that's how dogs work.) ]
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He... smells like blood because everyone does and it's making him a little nervous, but what's that scent under it? It's an animal scent and kind of like rats but not really? This requires investigation. What is the best place to sniff. Hands? Face? Long purple thing? There are so many choices. (The answer is sniff everything he can get away with because that's how dogs work.) ]