[Ford blinks, his head pulling back as Fiddleford raises his voice. Instinctively he holds up his hands, because that's just what you do when trying to placate someone, but he's quick to put them back down once he reminds himself this is Fiddleford he's dealing with. No matter how angry the man is, no matter how deadly those claws might be, Ford knows he's not in any danger. Fiddleford would never hurt him, not ever.]
...Did he kill your dog?
[The moment he says it, Ford cringes. Scratch that, he wants a do-over.]
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[THIS SURE TOOK A TURN.]
[Ford blinks, his head pulling back as Fiddleford raises his voice. Instinctively he holds up his hands, because that's just what you do when trying to placate someone, but he's quick to put them back down once he reminds himself this is Fiddleford he's dealing with. No matter how angry the man is, no matter how deadly those claws might be, Ford knows he's not in any danger. Fiddleford would never hurt him, not ever.]
...Did he kill your dog?
[The moment he says it, Ford cringes. Scratch that, he wants a do-over.]