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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight) & various others.
What: it's the eye of the tiger.
When: after this network post!
Where: the dojo
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed.

accompanying log for sparring training.

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[beknight]

[ There is a simplicity and loyalty in dogs that exists nowhere else. Bruce kneels down and offers his hand to her freely. She's confident, and would probably welcome being petted, but he doesn't act on that. His strongest thought is that he's dealing with a shapeshifter, like Atsushi, and behaviour to him isn't clear yet. He remarks, quietly, ]

I wonder. Under your chin, or around your ears?

[illuminating]

[Scent lets her sate her curiosity through his palm and fingers, and because wolves and dogs haven't the same unspoken guidelines of humans, he receives fleeting lap of tongue here. Since he's kneeling now, from hand, she's aiming for his face, with inquisitive nose and swaying tail, and she's nearly the natural pest of all canines, just about to wolfishly smooch his nose, but he says what he says, and he receives an expressive groan instead.

Oh, but they're both optimal choices, aren't they? And the belly… And, well, forgive her, but the top of the rump, before the tail. That's the most difficult spot to get a good scratching! In any case, he's made the implication of a potential petting, so she shamelessly drops her weight against him, as if she's much smaller than she actually is, one paw raised in the silent "please" fashion of animals like her. He'll find her continuously shifting the bulk of herself against him, persistent, and sweet-natured as this is, it's a tiny murmuring of her wildness because she's a poor grasper of limitations.

Will they topple over? It's very plausible.]

[beknight]

[ He huffs, and it can even be called amused. There's no sense of resistance, even the subtle tension that always holds him alert looks absent. Bruce doesn't sink into an enveloping sense of safety — he appreciates it. And more so that this is the only (person?) one around to witness anything. ]

[ They don't topple over. But he does sit, stretching out his legs, and that potential petting is very soon going to be a real one. ]

All right, all right.

[illuminating]

[She gives him enough room only to find a comfortable position, and then, there she goes, unceremoniously plopping into his lap. The end result is her half-laying at an angle, half-sitting, like an overgrown child. Front legs hooked downward, the hind ones expectedly held up like long rabbit's feet, her tail wagging furiously over the tops of his shins.

Wordlessly vocal, she grumbles chattily at him, flopping her head onto his shoulder, and paws once or twice at him persistently. He must've looked serious and capable and bad ass hours earlier, and now, he's got a marshmallow of a-not-quite-dog wallowing and vocalizing blissfully all over his lap, badgering him for attention. Hopefully, he can find the equivalent of a lint roller later, whoops.

There's a cheeky, sidelong glance at him. Does this mean she wins first round if she's already convinced him to give her a good ruffling?]

[beknight]

[ A comfortable position still is one where she has the advantage, it seems. It's a good thing Diana isn't here to see this, or Bruce would no doubt never be allowed to live this down. ]

[ She does get the ruffling she wants. Bruce's touch is sure, playful even, as his fingers card through her fur from the back of the ear down to the tail. ]

You like that. [ The smile is playing about his eyes. ] Careful, or I'll be at this a while.

[illuminating]

[That wouldn't be the worst thing, would it? There's temptation to not heed his light-hearted cautioning, and for a little, she doesn't—basking across him with her rumbling, large canine's groans.

Not until, turned to an attention-loving jam, she's nearly tipping to expose belly does she catch herself and mind him better. It's just too early in to yield completely! She goes upright, still partially laying on him, and gives him a growl that loses all its weight by grading into a long whine.

Teeth are trying to catch fingers, next. Not enough to break skin, only to egg him on. Perhaps toe of shoe as well.]