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[hopepainandshit]

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[hopepainandshit]

"That's incredibly reassuring," he points out dryly.

Then he just shrugs. "Right, well. I'll ask the Admiral about it, see what he can do. I doubt it's the weirdest request he's ever gotten."

[ravenswrath]

He gives him a mock bow.

"That's all I ask. What do you want in return?"

[hopepainandshit]

Two can play that game.

He bends down and picks up Tiff, cradling her like a baby to his chest, which makes her tail wiggle gleefully. "Pat my dog."

[ravenswrath]

He shakes his head. "And have her bite my hand off? No thank you."

He turns to walk away.

[hopepainandshit]

And Richter follows, holding his puppy out at arm's length.

"Awww, come on! This is as little as she's ever gonna be! She can't even break the skin yet."

[ravenswrath]

Corvo makes it to the stairs, glances up, and Blinks to the top of the landing and then again to the next floor.

"Not a chance, warden," he calls down.

[hopepainandshit]

"You're gonna give in one day!" he calls back, and fully doesn't expect a response. He just gives Tiff's nose a little kiss as he brings her back inside.