[ The boy has kept to himself, for the most part. This is unfamiliar grounds on every level in and beyond the literal sense, in a world he doesn't know, without the safety net of a house and cult to return to. Even the dog by his side - a white samoyed - isn't the one he thought he knew, now calling himself... Dogd. Which sounds a bit too weird. When you're a man-eating, dog whispering demigod with a cult leader for a father and a demoted demon for a mom, deeming something weird is a concern.
If nothing else, the vocal capslock of a demand breaks through the silence (and heavy thoughts) and makes both the boy and his magical tech-dog snap their heads up. ]
Please don't.
[ This is a bad idea. He shouldn't be drawing attention, but... the other guy wins that competition, clearly. ]
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If nothing else, the vocal capslock of a demand breaks through the silence (and heavy thoughts) and makes both the boy and his magical tech-dog snap their heads up. ]
Please don't.
[ This is a bad idea. He shouldn't be drawing attention, but... the other guy wins that competition, clearly. ]