EVERYBODY GETS HIGH // open, pet

[PINCHER]

Pets for animals was always a weird thing that Pincher noticed was happening quite often in groups. Some preferred to call them companions or friends but the male just viewed it as some softish way to avoid the truth. Hell, he had his fair share of pets with one being Bonnie and now some random kiwi he had found in the tropical jungle that he had decided to name as Penny. He wasn't sure why he had decided to go search for a pet when he was perfectly fine being on his own. Yet, he supposed that it was just the fear of losing another pet that caused him to feel nervous about the idea. Not a lot of Typhoon members had pets from what he could tell which wasn't surprising because he knew certain crewmates were not responsible enough to maintain a healthy pet or they might just end up killing the poor thing.

Pincher was on his way to go find something to eat when he heard the explosive curse that he could only connect to it being the voice of cranky Caesar. He halted slowly to his tracks on the soft sand, wondering if he should go check it out or just be on his way to find some delicious fish. He remained still for a moment, grimacing ever so slightly when he felt his stomach let out a small growl in protest for food. The Captain let out a small sigh flow out of his lungs in an exasperated form, turning his direction of walking towards the home of Caesar. He reached the area where the other Typhoon crewmate was, his electric blue gaze locked onto the male with a puzzled expression dancing on his facial features. All that Pincher could see from his point of view was Caesar sticking his tongue out at something beneath his bed that was hidden from the eyes of the doberman. He glanced down at the small pool of tar-black blood dripping from the savannah's paw and raised a quizzical eyebrow, wondering what the fuck was happening. "Uh...the hell are you doing?" Pincher inquired, taking a step into the home of Caesar.

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