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The reward for being a good hound brother was a towel to the face. There was a mild amount of flailing from Damien as Jove began to smother him with the towel, the boil that was eagerly trying to wipe his face and knocking him over in the process. "ack, what the- Jove!" the muffled voice of the hellhound came from behind the cloth, sputtering and turning his head from side to side.

Seriously, no idea what that ghost boil was going to do next.

Was it too much for Damien to ask Jove to stop? Apparently it was, now that the shorter boil had better access to his hair and ears, taking the chance to act like the bigger brother and fawning over him in turn.

It was a strange turn of role reversal to the hound. "Jove, i'm dry i tell you dry." he tried to calm the energetic pup down, before he caused a pile of static to build up. The green eared boil was already gingerly matting down the poofy fur on his ears.

And hiding his tail from the foxfires sight.

Damien was glad that Jove's curiosity kept him away from his own towel. but it did leave the foxfire will free reign over his hair and ears. It was also just as hard to refuse the pup from what he wanted to do. it wasn't as if he was harming him.

just, ruffling his green and black brown fur.

and the pup in question was off again, heading back into th e showers. "Jove what in the seven hells are you even doing?" he wanted to go take a look, just to make sure the boil didn't crack his head on the tiles in there. but he felt safer here, on the floor and away from the room in question.

Frightening to behold indeed. Jove was able to run around wet with ease, agile and lucky with his fall. the bump of skull meeting shoulder was not as bad as Demi expected, preparing for the blow that came up as a mere tap. Ana the more careful hound had his hands firmly around the foxfires hips, holding him in place. "Ah ah, this is not the place to play like that, you'll wind up injured somehow and I may get in trouble with your big brother." again, more scolding with the eyes that wanted the riled up boil to calm down.

He was going to have to ask Ren if it might be best to put Jove in a bubble. if one could even work for ghosts and the rapid energy that little hounds have.

It was like disciplining the runts back home. Those the were far younger than damien that nededed to learn to relax and stop breaking things. It was a nostalgic feeling. Jove was such a runt.

It was more prominent when the ghost boil decided to try and poke at his mark, green slashes that began to puff wisps of brimstone, tendrils of grey and green that flowed like mist from within. "smoke comes out from there." the explanation was simple, before Jove felt the need to dig his fingers into the marks.

The skin was already pruney, soft and supple from the overexposure to moisture. "Ok enough shower lessons Jove." he could only hope that he would listen. or else the pup was going to have to be carried out.

In one ear and out the other, Damien could almost see the words pass by the foxfire buddy in his hands like dust in the wind, or steam as it was the locker room. Wide eyed Jove was a spectacle to see, a magical moment that had the hound himself stunned with Jove and his overall adorableness.

It was a fact, Jove was one hell of an adorable boil. if he went around the student body and asked what they thought of the short ghost boil dog, he would reason to believe that the top answers would be 'cute, adorable or playful.'

Case in point when the runt began to sneeze in a fit while being restrained and looking up with those peepers. "Jeeze, and I thought my eyes were deadly." Demi muttered aloud, bopping the boil on the head and putting a towel on top of the wet shaggy mop and walking them toward the door. "you can investigate the locker room another time when you get messy and hopefully not put yourself in any danger, alright?"

The fun part about Jove? there was rarely a protest from the pup, at least with words. There was growling and biting a barking, but at least it was better than hearing a scareling screaming No at the top of his lungs.

But with the Jove turning away from the door, looked like he had no problem with leaving, a sign of approval to demi and talking a step out into the chilly autumn air. it was a change from the humid atmosphere of the shower room, something that felt refreshing and familiar. "Time to go runt."