[The undead sailors paddle them back to the ship, and when they climb aboard, Cesar is already there, hopping to see them. Each time he lands, there is a clinking of nails and one bony paw on the wooden deck. He is dressed in a tiny pirate hat with a little eye patch over his missing eye, because Hector is used to being the only live thing on his ship and he has no self-control.]
It's always like this. Very few of my associates are willing to indulge him.
[So Hector keeps him close. The little pug snorts in Hector's direction, but spins around and waits for the newcomer to reach him and stoop to pet him. Hector sighs.]
no subject
It's always like this. Very few of my associates are willing to indulge him.
[So Hector keeps him close. The little pug snorts in Hector's direction, but spins around and waits for the newcomer to reach him and stoop to pet him. Hector sighs.]
Cesar, meet the son of Dracula.