rupert

[unrecked]

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w4, tuesday.

[agleam]

[here they are in the dog park! rupert's looking around at these weird, weird dogs with porridge carefully held in his arms.]

They're cute, right?

[unrecked]

[He has a few toys, and he's trying to keep several of the pups entertained. He is... a dog man, through and through. The dogs are fucking weird, but it's okay.

He sort of chuckling as he slings another toy, but turns to look at Rupert and Porridge.]

Yeah. What's up? Hey, Porridge.

[agleam]

You're not allowed to call any of them spoiled.

[never forget!! he's setting porridge down carefully, but he's watching him so he doesn't get in a fight with a superpowered dog.]

I didn't know you were a dog person.

[unrecked]

[RUPERT WON'T EVER LET HIM LIVE THE FAT AND SPOILED DOWN.

He slowly squats so he can try to coax Porridge to come visit him; he'll give Porridge some pets! Can't say whether the other dogs will get fussy at Jason not throwing anymore, but they seem relatively chill.]

I like 'em alright. They don't judge you.

[agleam]

[porridge wags his tail as he gets pet, because jason is correct and he is in fact spoiled.]

Is that something you worry about...? Being judged.

[subtle]

[unrecked]

Don’t have to worry about it. I am.

[This sounds……exactly like something the scorned middle child would say!! Funny.

He gives Porridge attention because fat and spoiled. It’s a good draggy, though.]

[agleam]

By who?

[nosy!! meanwhile, porridge basks in this attention as usual.]

[unrecked]

[Nosy.]

Does it have to be someone specific? Everyone. Some people. Dogs just love you unconditionally. Without wanting anything from you. Without standards, as long as you’re good to them.

[agleam]

Sure, but a lot of people will keep caring about you as long as they know you're good, too.

[nosy and also idealistic...]

[unrecked]

[He gives Rupert a playful but extremely deadpan look.]

The difference is you can trust that's always the case with a dog. It's unconditional. You can't always trust that's true with other people.

[Judged and also cynical...]

[agleam]

...I guess so.

[they agree on something... shocking...]

But I think you can probably trust enough people. It's not a bad thing to count on friends.

[unrecked]

Friends can turn on you.

[Usually they won't, but they can. He doesn't say this bitterly really, though. He glances up.]

Did you come to scold me with optimistic philosophy again? [...] Used your key, by the way.

[agleam]

They can, but they don't always.

[he'll stop lecturing after that, though, especially given what jason says next.]

You did? On what?

[unrecked]

[He shrugs like it's no big deal, but he's smirking. He stands back up with one of the toys so he can toss it for the dogs.]

An A appeared on it when I went looking around. Grabbed Lup because she would have yelled at me if I didn't. Went into a room near all of ours.

[agleam]

Well, don't leave me in suspense... What'd you find in there?

[unrecked]

[He snorts gently.]

Aquila's room.

[agleam]

...Oh, wow. I mean, setting aside the invasion of privacy - did you find anything that might be helpful to know...?

[unrecked]

It didn't seem like it at first.

[Obviously, he says this like there is more, but before that:]

You didn't know what the key did when you gave it to me? Is there a reason you didn't take it aside from my infamous investigation skills?

[agleam]

But it seems like it now?

[he shakes his head, though.]

No, I had no idea what it would do, and the reason I gave you before is the only reason.

[unrecked]

[He doesn't really have any proof against this, so he accepts it. Picks up the toy brought back to him so he can toss it like before.]

Yeah. Lup claims to know who Aquila is, but some of the stuff in their room... didn't seem to match who they were? Like... they're pretending to be other people almost. But I don't just mean "staff."

[agleam]

[he tilts his head.]

...What do you mean? What was in their room?

[unrecked]

[He shrugs by sort of turning his hand out.]

Black feathers, a closet full of cloaks, weird view outside the window. Room looked kind of like your room? Stone, medieval. Desk had a lockpick bag in it. And weird, potent medicine?

[agleam]

...Huh. Wait, so—

[thinking, thinking...]

Did Lup say whether she thought they're impersonating the person she knew, or that the person she knew is trying to impersonate someone who would have that kind of room?

[unrecked]

The latter, I guess. I asked her what all in the room didn't seem to fit them. The feathers, the cloaks. Maybe the window, but she wasn't sure.

[agleam]

So... The medicine did fit the person she knew, then.

[squinting...]

Why would they go to all that effort?