[ Somehow, her doggy instincts have given her insight enough to understand what he was trying to say even while his words were obfuscated by the wooden tongs in his jaws... It's all about the vibe, and the vibe says fetch. ]
Satoru... Don't—
[ Fetch! he says, and needless to say, she is not finishing that sentence as she goes dashing after the tongs the moment it's hurled across the room. She's too small to do anything flashy like catch it in her mouth before it hits the ground, and she practically skids across the floor as she reaches its landing point, but soon enough she does manage to get at the tongs.
Though tongs that may seem perfectly well and normal-sized for a Satoyed are a little, uh... unwieldy for a little Pomina. She is struggling to pick it up in her tiny mouth and yips in frustration. ]
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Satoru... Don't—
[ Fetch! he says, and needless to say, she is not finishing that sentence as she goes dashing after the tongs the moment it's hurled across the room. She's too small to do anything flashy like catch it in her mouth before it hits the ground, and she practically skids across the floor as she reaches its landing point, but soon enough she does manage to get at the tongs.
Though tongs that may seem perfectly well and normal-sized for a Satoyed are a little, uh... unwieldy for a little Pomina. She is struggling to pick it up in her tiny mouth and yips in frustration. ]