「 ❝ PRETTY LITTLE GANGSTER ❞ ┊ JOINING 」

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He had always wondered what life would be like as a house pet. Constantly being pampered, having three meals a day, getting your fur and nails trimmed on a regular basis. . . Admittedly, it sounded nice, although he could never stomach the fact of having a human . . . own you. ( Like a slave. ) He was his own dog, and he didn't belong to anybody ( technically he had worked under his family, but that was a story for a different day ). The Beauceron had ventured out into the wild simply because he had a life he wanted to live, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his days in the city, as much as he was still loyal to his family.

As the approaching figure grew closer enough to observe, the brute had taken note of the other's . . . metal anatomy. At least it looked like metal. Either he was talking to a living cyborg or this guy had gotten banged up so badly that he had to get his body parts replaced. However, being a rather blunt fellow, he couldn't help but comment, "The hell're you supposed to be? A robot?" There was no ill intent behind his words, for he was simply "pushing buttons" like he normally did.

Well, it seemed that he was going to be allowed to stay here. "Good to hear." He sported a small grin before introducing himself to Zjarr, "Bugsy." As odd of a name as it was, Bugsy had managed to say it with a straight face. He must've been telling the truth.