[ The man reaches towards The Dog, his dog, and John prepares to kill.
His fingers flex towards the knife in his sock. He sees the violence before it happens. First he'll bring the blade up and under the man's jaw, into the soft spot, then he'll pull it out, and go for the aorta-
Then, the man is kind. Softens around the edges. John releases his breath, his fingers curling back in towards the leash wrapped around his palm.
The Dog likes him, and more often than not, The Dog has better judgement than John does. The Dog bumps his broad snout against the man's hand, shamelessly seeking affection.
John allows it. He's been a good boy. ]
Yeah. Where I go, he goes.
Lucky it caught us on our way back from a walk, or we'd be in trouble.
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His fingers flex towards the knife in his sock. He sees the violence before it happens. First he'll bring the blade up and under the man's jaw, into the soft spot, then he'll pull it out, and go for the aorta-
Then, the man is kind. Softens around the edges. John releases his breath, his fingers curling back in towards the leash wrapped around his palm.
The Dog likes him, and more often than not, The Dog has better judgement than John does. The Dog bumps his broad snout against the man's hand, shamelessly seeking affection.
John allows it. He's been a good boy. ]
Yeah. Where I go, he goes.
Lucky it caught us on our way back from a walk, or we'd be in trouble.