He’ll chuckle lightly at the others questioning.
Indeed, he half wishes he was kidding.
Don’t get him wrong!!!!
He adores his sister!!!!!!
Loves her with all of his hygienic heart.
But those dogs are spoilt beyond rotten and
he really did love those egg shell pillows before
they turned a slightly off white/cream with added
dog hair texture.
❝Yeah. They have individual cradles and everything.
Not that they sleep in them…No. They tend to end up
on her bed.❞
His gaze will travel over the other at the next words spilled,
although not impolitely. Simply because it’s a rather
strange thing to hear. He can’t quite believe he heard
it entirely correctly. But he’s been for six hearing tests
in the past seven months, just as check ups, so he
supposes he must have heard just fine.
❝Hm. That—-_ That’s a rather interest outlook.
I’ve never thought about it like that before.
It almost seems a little cruel.
—_ I’m no fan of cats though, I’m afraid.
There’s something just not quite right about them.
At least you can sort of train a dog to stay off the sofa.❞
Not to mention that cats really do make his nose
go haywire. It’s not a pleasant interaction when his
eyes are puffy and red and there’s snot dribbling down
his face. Not even Piriton can save him.
Iblis’ nose crinkles in disgust at the image for a moment.
It was surely fitting that such disgusting creatures as
humans should sleep with the dogs. Iblis can’t understand
the idea of affection for something weaker — the only
things it has loved were its species, and they had turned
their backs on the Ifrit after its betrayal.
An interesting outlook? The Ifrit smirks. That’s usually the
polite way of stating that it wasn’t interesting at all, but
mildly offensive. It was the reaction that the creature got the
most often, when adult humans didn’t seem to realise the
creature was far from a child. Far from human.
“Slavery does tend to be cruel, but at least
for the most part humans are kind with their
animals. Funny how they treat dogs better
than their own kind. Dogs are blindly loyal
and trusting, and yet humans fear being
thrown to the dogs. Isn’t that strange?”
There wasn’t much of a condescending tone to the creature’s
voice, much more just thoughtful curiosity. Humans had
enslaved its own kind — there were still humans to this day
summoning its race. Iblis’ lips went into a firm, displeased
line as it thought this over, but the man’s words distracted.
“Oh, I imagine you could train a dog to many
things you can’t a cat. Dogs take a pleasure
in having the control taken away from it. It’s
not an inherently bad thing, I suppose.
What’s not right about cats to you, Mr…?”
