29 - [video/action]

[stargathering]

[ You'd think with how often people are changed in the City, the devices would be more accommodating. They aren't

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[axeofoath]

Young Master! Young Master, are you here?

[Gremio is looking everywhere for Tyr! He has to eat breakfast--ohno what is this dog]

A-ah! How did this get in...? Young Master!

[stargathering]

[ ...Oh boy, Gremio fretting. Tyr runs up to him, barking (and jumping up a little). Yo yo, I'm here! Chill out! ]

[axeofoath]

[But it's a barking dog! Loose in the apartment! Gremio isn't very good with pets, so he just stands there and...FRETFRETFRET.]

Ah, ah, d-down, p-please...!

Young Master, where have you gone?

[stargathering]

[ Whiiine! Tyr goes up and puts his paw to Gremio's leg. BARK BARK. Can't you tell I'm me by... your magical Gremio powers? Bark, whine! Ears down sadly! ]

[axeofoath]

[What does he doooo he can't leave this dog to run around but he has to find Tyr-! Gremio just wrings his hands nervously, and finally leans down a little.]

N-now, it's all right! We'll sort this out once I can find the young master...Oh, I hope nothing terrible has happened!

[stargathering]

[ uuugh, don't be so worried Gremio! Tyr whines, and tries to put his paws to Gremio's shoulders (they slip down his chest instead). Gremioooo, chill out. Yip! ]

[axeofoath]

[He might flail juuust a little when Tyr does that, but somehow, seeing the little dog up close and looking him in the eye calms him down. A little.]

Ah, I wonder who brought you home...

[But Tyr is still foremost on his mind! He tries calling again...]

Young Master!

[stargathering]

[ LOUD BARK RIGHT AT YOUR FACE. I'm down here, Gremio! Pawing at endlessly. Maybe he should have done a Luc and not left his room so they'd figure it out.

Except Sheena came and got him anyway, so there's no point. ]

[axeofoath]

Ah!

[THANKS TYR your protector is now falling over from being startled. D:]

[stargathering]

[ Ah! Sorry Gremio! Tyr yips and runs to check to see if he's okay! ...and also climbing on his chest and sitting there. Proudly. Now stay here and relax. ]

[axeofoath]

[He's unhurt, but...

...]

A-ah, please...If you're hungry, I can get you something, but I really must make sure the young master is all right!

[stargathering]

[ Grumble! Tyr puts his ears back and lays down on Gremio. No, you're staying here until you recognise me. ]

[axeofoath]

[but young masteeeer]

Wait, wait, wait! Oh, how should I...

[Well, maybe he'll try to lift this little dog off of his chest...very, very carefully...]

[stargathering]

[ BUT I'M THE YOUNG MASTER. But Tyr can't help the fact he can be carried easily with one arm. Still, he gives a low bark and tries to take hold of Gremio's shirt (which equates to just moving his front paws a little bit). ]

[axeofoath]

Ah-!

[Startled again! Gremio's too jumpy for this and lets go.]

Y-you're not going to bite, are you? Calm down...

[stargathering]

[ Tyr shakes his head! But Gremio letting go is good (even if laying on the floor isn't), and Tyr goes back to resting on his chest. He's staring at you, Gremio. ]