Once more the cat is dragging things in!
Actually, he's carrying them carefully in his massive jaws. And setting them down gently before giving the larger one an encouraging nudge with his nose.
Sam is black and blue and purple and green, with an arm in a sling and a massive jagged scab across his forehead. But his good arm holds a bundle of something wrapped carefully in his jacket, and he murmurs to whoever's in there before he uses the side of his head to push Dreadnought's muzzle away. "No more kissy stuff, alright? Sheesh, are you a Decepticon or a Fur Real Friend?"
Dreadnought only rumbles at him as he lays down so that the human boy can lean back against him.
Sam sighs and leans gratefully, then squints at the sign for a moment before returning his attention to his bundle as it squeaks and squirms slightly. "Shhh. It's alright. I have you."
Then he looks up again and asks wearily, "Anybody got a spare sandwich or something?"
And Dreadnought rumbles, adding his own warning to anyone who would try to LOL the critter he's protecting.
Sam is black and blue and purple and green, with an arm in a sling and a massive jagged scab across his forehead. But his good arm holds a bundle of something wrapped carefully in his jacket, and he murmurs to whoever's in there before he uses the side of his head to push Dreadnought's muzzle away. "No more kissy stuff, alright? Sheesh, are you a Decepticon or a Fur Real Friend?"
Dreadnought only rumbles at him as he lays down so that the human boy can lean back against him.
Sam sighs and leans gratefully, then squints at the sign for a moment before returning his attention to his bundle as it squeaks and squirms slightly. "Shhh. It's alright. I have you."
Then he looks up again and asks wearily, "Anybody got a spare sandwich or something?"
And Dreadnought rumbles, adding his own warning to anyone who would try to LOL the critter he's protecting.