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*has somewhat recovered from his sugary overdose - wandering around accompanied by the hounds...all eight of them* Phoenix?

*His initial relief is extremely short-lived here* Ryan! ...Oh.

((ooc: u r ebil!))

*brightens and bounces over, hounds milling around his feet* Hiya!

ooc: *snuggly hellhound kissses?*

*Gods, the hounds are nearly bigger than the boy* Hi. Hello. *And now they're all around his legs as well*

Ryan I don't think I've ever seen so many teeth.

*lets say they definitely see eye-to-eye...literally*

*blinks* Oh. They're not gonna bite you.

*Had no idea he could stand so still*

What happens if you're wrong?

*soft sigh, reaches out and very deliberately, but gently tugs the nearest dog's head around - by the nose, fingers in it's mouth* Would I do that if I was wrong?

*Looks a little sheepish* You must think I'm a great big.. chicken. *Finally reaches towards a random head*

*And is met with a strange, hellhound-doggy grin*

*giggles, releasing the dog and stroking it's ears to reassure that it's not in trouble* Nah, s'okay. They kinda scared me when I first saw them.

*gently taps the grinning doggie on the nose* Be nice. No chewing.

*Happily remains un-chewed, and is currently making a fuss of three pairs of ears* They're actually quite well-disposed.

*Grins* A little like Azrael at times.

*grins, snuggles another dog* Yeah, they're really spoiled...

*blinks* Az's always nice.

Once you can overcome their appearance.. *Fusses another under the chin(s)*

*He has to stop and think about this* Now you say that, I don't think I've ever seen him in a disagreeable mood.

Anyway. You're looking a great deal better.

Uh-huh. They aren't all that cuddly, but they're lotsa fun.

*nods, hesitates* Wellll, y'can usually tell if he's upset cause a coupla pillars disappear...

*grins* Yeah? I feel better. Had nothin' but toast for like, a day. S'gross, but doesn't make me sick!

*Sinks down to a sitting position, ending up with a couple of hellhound-noses in his face* There are worse things, young Ryan, than toast.

You're very fond of him aren't you?

*does likewise, stifling a giggle as one of the hounds decides to sample Phoenix's hair* I know, but Mom always burns it...

*glances down, stroking the nearest dogs' back* The dog? Of course.

*Decides it's at least better than being torn limb from limb* I was making my own toast at your age.

*Giggles himself* ...I sort of meant Azrael.

*looks embarrassed* I-I usually make it, b-but she...l-likes to help sometimes...

*slowly raises and lowers a shoulder* I guess.

Mothers like to feel useful.. I was only teasing you.

*Eyes the boy sideways, he has friends at home that are children... but not human* They worry too much as well. It's a universal law.

Been makin' m'own stuff since I could reach th'food...

*shrugs, eyes still focused on the dog* I know.

*Regards Ryan thoughtfully* See? There's just too much we don't know about each other, for friends.

Ryan I.. *Being faced with a clammed-up child is never easy on any world* I know you haven't known me for very long, but I am your friend, and I wouldn't go telling anybody else your.. 'stuff'.

*And cue one oversized hellhound tongue cleaning his ear*

*blinks, then sighs* W-what d'you wanna know? *has to almost smile at the hellhounds ministrations*

*Is having growing concerns that at some point the hound may start humping his arm..*

I'm sorry, I think I just want to know if you're happy.

*~~And so, the lion fell in love with the lamb~~ you saw nothing just then*

I...I s'pose.

*~~Saw nothing whatsoever?~~*

You.. 'Spose'. *Shrug* Well that's convincing.

*~~Nothing whatsoever. Though now I have an image of playing Cerberus and having there be a humanoid version with a triple personality, because apparently there were drugs in those M&M's~~*

W-well, what does "happy" mean?