Maybe. [Go easy on Guren? NO. He refuses. That guy kicked his ass. He won't ever go easy.]
You don't talk about useless drivel. [Dextera seeing him out doesn't seem to bother him, and he's greeted by the sound of curious and excited clucking from the hutch when he exits anyway.
Except the clucking isn't for him, unfortunately. Several feet away, there's a tuxedo cat playfully rolling in the grass, stretched out and curved, pulling itself along on one side. Taunting the hens.
Damian stands there for a minute, watchful, and then he glances over his shoulder.] You can keep him. His name is Alfred Pennyworth.
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You don't talk about useless drivel. [Dextera seeing him out doesn't seem to bother him, and he's greeted by the sound of curious and excited clucking from the hutch when he exits anyway.
Except the clucking isn't for him, unfortunately. Several feet away, there's a tuxedo cat playfully rolling in the grass, stretched out and curved, pulling itself along on one side. Taunting the hens.
Damian stands there for a minute, watchful, and then he glances over his shoulder.] You can keep him. His name is Alfred Pennyworth.