I'm a dog. Someone rescued me before I could end up in a hot pot.
My benefactor had long silver hair. When those green eyes narrowed and looked my way, I felt my body tremble uncontrollably, and my heart pound so hard it nearly stopped.
So I wagged my tail and pressed myself against him, crossing my front paws.
* A silly story. Everyone is out of character.
* The Black Organization is anything but serious. No one is chasing immortality. Even Gin, the only serious person, showed his true colors after getting a dog. (Or so they say.)
* A product of resentment after so many fan-made works put the characters through the wringer. (My latest grievance is that the fan-made Honey Bear got filled with cement and sunk at sea [sobbing].)
* A story about a dog holding up the entire Black Organization, guaranteed to make men fall silent and women weep.
* It may not be obvious, but this is a heavily altered timeline where everyone survives.
* A short story, complete in one post.
Theme: I was only trying to repay a kindness. How did things end up like this...?
Help, when I saw the swivel chair, I suddenly thought of a picture, that one [You don't even want to call me Godfather]
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha the double chef is ecstatic. Although, when Gin asked who was the best-behaved puppy, I almost barked, Shishasha
Hahahahahahaha
Hahahaha, booming, in a trance Awesome hahahahahaha ginyesha