Spot opens his eyes in surprise, head jerking up to look at the kid as he tells his father that Spot isn't his son. What is he playing at? What does he think that's going to-
And then his father agrees. He hasn't seen his son today, he's going home. He just repeats the words as if he means them and then he's actually doing it, he's leaving with barely a backwards glance.
Spot turns to stare at him with almost horrified fascination.
"What the fuck was that?"
He's freaked out, sure, and he sounds it, but it's less fear or anger or negativity that colours his words most strongly, it's something closer to amazement.
you don't want to sell me any death sticks
Spot opens his eyes in surprise, head jerking up to look at the kid as he tells his father that Spot isn't his son. What is he playing at? What does he think that's going to-
And then his father agrees. He hasn't seen his son today, he's going home. He just repeats the words as if he means them and then he's actually doing it, he's leaving with barely a backwards glance.
Spot turns to stare at him with almost horrified fascination.
"What the fuck was that?"
He's freaked out, sure, and he sounds it, but it's less fear or anger or negativity that colours his words most strongly, it's something closer to amazement.