[The dog is more easily knocked aside than she feared, but then Clint is grasping her shoulders and she can't move. She curls those shoulders inward and squirms instinctively to get loose, but only confusion remains from her initial shock.]
I am -- the dog is watching me. Why is there a dog?
[She focuses on him for a moment, at least, and when he lets go she doesn't make any moves toward his dog even if she keeps glancing at it. She isn't used to dogs. She isn't used to animals in general.]
He's - uh, man, I don't know, friendship? He's not very good at guarding people. He's really a good garbage disposal though. [ Lucky flops down on the floor, scooting closer to her bit by bit on his belly. ]
[She freezes when she thinks the dog is going to put his mouth around her hand -- but he doesn't. She isn't sure she likes the result all the same, and shifts her hand around to scratch behind his ear so he can't reach it with his tongue.]
Why? I do not think that I would taste very good. I do not wash very often.
[That makes sense. It seems like inexact and messy communication, but Ecks has always been adaptable when it comes to learning the languages of the creatures around her.
Cautiously, she leans down to lick Lucky on the face.]
[ Lucky is - not expecting this! There's a pause, and then Clint starts laughing for real and Lucky makes that same sort of borf sound and licks Ecks' face right back. ]
[Ecks is not prepared for the enthusiasm of the response, and she is still not at all sure that she enjoys being licked. She jerks her face back, already working her mouth in response to the uncomfortable feeling of hair on her tongue.]
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I am -- the dog is watching me. Why is there a dog?
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I don't know why, actually, but - he's my dog. He's a good dog, promise. [ Lucky's tail goes crazy. ] I don't know why he's here, though.
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What is he for?
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He's not gonna hurt you.
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[She considers as she watches the dog inch closer. She's not scooting away, at least, but she is watching him like a hawk.]
He wasn't hurting you?
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Do you wanna pet him?
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Yes? Yes. But will he bite me?
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Go for it. He might lick you, though. He really likes to be gently scratched behind his ears.
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[She's never met an animal that wasn't terrified out of its mind. Tentatively, she reaches forward to run her fingers along the top of Lucky's head.]
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[ Lucky lets her, and then noses at her hand to lick it. Clint scoots a little closer. ]
It's all good. He's just licking. Dogs do that.
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Why? I do not think that I would taste very good. I do not wash very often.
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Dogs lick people when they like them or when they're happy. I don't know why? I guess because he can't tell you that he likes you with words.
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[That makes sense. It seems like inexact and messy communication, but Ecks has always been adaptable when it comes to learning the languages of the creatures around her.
Cautiously, she leans down to lick Lucky on the face.]
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This is a very messy form of communication.
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[ This is cute, and Clint's kind of glad - he needed this. ]
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[Just a flat declaration of fact. She pets the wet patch on the dog's face.]
Did I do it right?
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Good enough. You did it just fine. He's a good dog, he'll be nice to you as long as you're nice to him.
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Where did he come from? You did not have him before.