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[ Making puppy eyes at your food. ]

Again, really?

Honestly, Caleb, the fridge is less than twenty steps behind you.

[ Turns to look over his shoulder. ]

Oh, so it is.

[ Goes back to making puppy eyes at Ty's food. ]

[Exasperated sigh and he's offering the box to Caleb]

Have at it, then. Not eating with you bloody staring me down all night.

If you're hungry, the fridge is less than twenty steps ahead of you.

[ Said with a cheeky grin as he shamelessly digs in. ]

Are you quite sure you are not female, Caleb?

Quite, though I'm sure I'd make a fine one.

I am certain you would, you cad.

[He smirks and sprawls lazily in the chair.]

How do you get on when I am not around. Surely the others have long since grown wise to the charms of your canine demeanor.

Still get away with most of it, actually.

[ More of that happy doggy grin, this is really good food! ]

[God he can't even be angry with Caleb. So annoying.]

Lucky bastard.

[ Infuriating, isn't it? ]

I really am. But you kitties do pretty well for yourselves with that master of the universe act too.

Um. You could have asked me. Take it. [Grumbles to herself about men, and is probably mistaking him for someone else]

[Exceptionally so.]

I do believe you dogs have no shame.

We do a little, but there's not much in this big ol' world to be ashamed of, really.

I did ask you!

[ That's what the puppy eyes were for! He'll be taking that food then, thank you. ]

For you, perhaps. You view the world in a very different manner than the rest of us.

If by "the rest of us" you mean you.

No, all you did was stare with a... look, or something. Asking requires use of language. Okay, that was nonverbal...

Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

I meant most of the rest of the population, but we can play at it being just me.

Oh, right, I forget to use my words sometimes.

[ A lot of the time. ]

This is great! Did you make it?

Most people seem to get dogs just fine, I think. I look at them like so and they feed me, I whine and they let me out. I'm not that complicated a fella, really.

Try to remember to use them... oh yeah. I used the microwave. It's just a cheese steak sandwich. It took me less than five minutes.

Yes, you are very simple.

[After years of dealing with tiny wolvey cousins, Derek is practically immune to puppy eyes.

Practically. But no wolf is a mountain.

He frowns a little and tries to angle his body away from Caleb, hunching protectively around his cheeseburger and plate of fries.]

Seems to work well enough, don't you think?

I'm a pretty shit cook, I'd probably find a way to mess even that up.

I would say 'one day they will catch on' but I have a feeling they would have by now, if they were going to.

[ But he hasn't been fed for DAYS!

If his look is to believed, that is. ]

Apparently it's cute or somethin'.

They only think it is cute because they do not know what a devious hound you are.

[Derek really doesn't need to pick up more strays, this has been a horrible habit for him.

But ugh, those puppy eyes are killing him.

He heaves a sigh and turns back towards Caleb a little.]

Can I help you?

Devious? Think you're gettin me mixed up with Rey there.

[ Don't beat yourself up, Derek, Caleb has had quite a while to master the puppy eyes. He's quite an authority on the subject. They are now paired with a quite frankly adorable smile. ]

Could feed me.

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