"Eugh!" says Alistair aloud at the device, screwing up his face in disgust. There is no way to textually render what he's feeling right now.
Though -- they do say a picture is worth a thousand words, don't they.
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CQG: YES LET'S
"Your Majesty?"
"Gah!" Alistair snatches the device to his chest. The puppy protests at the jostling, nabbing the front of Alistair's shirt in its jaws to keep from sliding off; under the pretense of steadying it, he stuffs the handheld between himself and the puppy's belly, sets his other hand on its back, and cranes his neck to see who's turned up.
The upside-down face of the kennelmaster greets him, bleary with lost sleep and taut with extremely strained patience.
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Though -- they do say a picture is worth a thousand words, don't they.
CURRENT quondamGryphon [CQG] sent file "EW.jpg"
CQG: YES LET'S
"Your Majesty?"
"Gah!" Alistair snatches the device to his chest. The puppy protests at the jostling, nabbing the front of Alistair's shirt in its jaws to keep from sliding off; under the pretense of steadying it, he stuffs the handheld between himself and the puppy's belly, sets his other hand on its back, and cranes his neck to see who's turned up.
The upside-down face of the kennelmaster greets him, bleary with lost sleep and taut with extremely strained patience.
"Er," says Alistair. "Hello, Denton."