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[Manabu's smile twitches at the sight of Eleanor. god. that hideous thing. he gives Jun's shoulder a reassuring squeeze as the beast lumbers over while Magnet growl-groans a little don't fuck this up at the warg.]

Ye-yeah...lots of...dogs. In this house.

Wh -

[Oh. Hello... very large dog. He reaches out a hand for her to sniff, if she wants. His omen sniffs back at her, and then gives a short bark of greeting. Hello, new friend!]

I... guess that's okay.

[He doesn't have much of a choice, but it's. Fine.]

It's... nice to meet you, Michael.

[He's pretty sure, at least.]

Yeah, you too.

[Why does Manabu have such a grudge against Eleanor? She sniffs politely, and doesn't really bark back because that's more a dog than a Warg thing, but she does sit. It's fine!]

[idk MAYBE BC ELEANOR HAS CHASED HIM AROUND THE YARD ONCE OR TWICE BEFORE, MICHAEL.

in any case, Manabu's relieved to see the initial interactions going pretty well, and shoots Michael an appreciative look.]

Mn, like I said: Jun'll stay upstairs in my room for a bit. So seeing him around shouldn't be much of a surprise. [to Jun, before he can protest:] And we keep the place stocked up with food and things, so feel free to help yourself if no one's already got anything made up, okay? I know you're good for it.

Oh, yeah! I mentioned Michael's shop before, right? If you wanna get a few changes of clothes, Michael's the guy to set you up.

[Oh. Good... dog? He's still not sure what she is, but it seems rude to ask.]

... Okay.

[If Manabu's going to insist, then he'll do it. He can feed himself, fortunately. He won't need someone else to cook for him.]

Oh? I should head over there at some point. I kind of... only have one pair of pants.

Gross.

[Michael comments, before peering at Jun's pants for a second. Then he snaps his fingers. Bam! Roughly identical pair of pants.]

There you go. And yeah, do what you want with the food, I don't really eat anyway. All the raw meat is Eleanor's, but I doubt anyone wants that.

[It's not all, like, the human-consumption cuts.]

[aa--right. the...the entrails. he forgot. Manabu laughs weakly, rubbing the back of his head. hopefully Jun doesn't run screaming, but if he hasn't by now? he likely won't.]

De-definitely not. Don't worry, Eleanor: No one's gonna mess with that stuff.

[He stares at Michael, then at the pants. He takes the pants, obviously in a little bit of shock.]

Uh. Thank... thank you.

[He clears his throat a little. Hold it together, Jun.]

You don't eat... okay. And yeah, I'm... not going to touch raw meat if it looks like something a dog would eat. Or... whatever she is, technically.

[He is not a fantasy book reader.]

Pretty sure she's just a big wolf. They did used to be a lot bigger, back in the day...

[He means like, the Ice Age. He does not explain this!]

[with a twitching eyelid:] A-and if she were any bigger, she'd not fit in the door.

But--yeah. I can't think of any other heads' up...unless Vyng and his squad come back? [he blinks, looking at Michael, uncertain, before smiling back at Jun with a hapless shrug.] And if they do, they pitch a tent in the living room over there, so you won't be bothering them.

Any questions?

Back in the - sure.

[He's aware wolves used to be bigger... a long time ago. Maybe MIchael is older than he looks?]

Yes, I understand. ... Do they prefer living in a tent?

[He can't imagine why someone would, but maybe some people do.]

The tent is their house. It's just safer to have it inside...because on the outside, it's still a tent.

[You get it!]

Yeah, it...it's a little weird. But don't worry about it! They're all pretty nice. [just weird. but who isn't!!!!!!

Manabu. Manabu isn't weird. he's perfectly normal.

he gestures:] C'mon, let's go put your stuff upstairs.

Oh.

[He's pretty sure he gets it, yeah. Outside is very dangerous here, after all.]

[He nods at Manabu.]

All right. Um... thank you again. Both of you.

You got it, man!

[He's normal!]

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