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Jove was easy to pup handle, to throw and turn into the living ghostly embodiment of a wet dog. It was frankly, too much to bear, the sad, dejected look that appeared after the moment of shock, it had Damien in stitches. He roared loudly and held his knees for support lest he fell over in the water himself from laughing so hard.

It wasn't deep water, shallow but from the flailing, you would think
Jove was in 20 ft deep waves. revenge came swift as jove used the water to his advantage, little human paws bashing at the water in a temper tantrum that was getting him soaked fast.

That was what it took for the chase to begin, the hellhound torpedo was doggy paddling his way toward jove in a series of barks. "I will dunk you jove, you will get bodyslammed into the water!" he promised into the air between breaths.

If it was one thing that always slipped Damien's mind, it was that Jove was not a monster, he was a ghost. Time and time again, the little foxfire boil was imagined to be just a little runt monster. He never really floated around, and tried to go through objects much, the things that the hellhound associated with that of the spectral student body. The ethereal glow was just............... normal to Jove in his eyes.


The reminder that the little pup didn't need to breathe underwater was what had him balking at the little smartie. It was impossible to dunk what was already submerged in the water, bested at what he wanted to do by the person itself, it made him pout as he began to lose the sense of the ground under his toes, wading in the water as it continued to rise to the point of being buoyant, legs dangling in the aquatic ballet that is floating.

At least he was managing till the sudden tug at his ankle made itself tangible, tendrils that came from said naughty pup. but his feet was made for kicking and that was what he was going to do, "lookit you, being all smart and sneaky!" he barked at the little dogshark he had on his tail, so to speak.

on his feet really.