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thinking about how when chuuya was taken, his puppy barked so loud it woke the neighbors. scratched up the door trying to follow him. when the men in coats didn’t bring him back, the little thing curled up in chuuya’s bed and waited. refused to eat for days. cried at the window every night like he thought if he just watched long enough, chuuya would come waddling down the street again. even months later, he still padded into chuuya’s room at night, curled up on his pillow just to smell him on the sheets.
by the time chuuya's integrated into the mafia, the dog is old and gray. he still whines at the bedroom door. and he will probably continue to do so until he physically can't anymore, till he grows too weak to walk the house and check the windows and doors every night before bed. till he resigns himself to the (too) little dog bed that chuuya handpicked for him and dreams of his kids smile and voice before he dozes. even in rest, loyalty is a hard thing to put down.