[Hands in his fur. York's eyes close partway and a pleased noise gets caught near the bottom of his throat. It comes out in his voice as he starts to lean North's way.]
Oh, you are a liar.
[North better be lying, anyway. York's not sure how much more of this insinuation his poor, embattled pride can take, that so many people can see him as some huge puppy dog.
Thump, thump, thump, goes his tail against the floor.]
If this's your aesthetic, maybe I won't shave as much on the road.
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Date: 2015-11-04 06:30 pm (UTC)Oh, you are a liar.
[North better be lying, anyway. York's not sure how much more of this insinuation his poor, embattled pride can take, that so many people can see him as some huge puppy dog.
Thump, thump, thump, goes his tail against the floor.]
If this's your aesthetic, maybe I won't shave as much on the road.