Grinning Menace

[Dobson]

Two words. Babysitting Duty. That was what Dobson basically got from the higher ups when he was told to keep his tail right there in Paris watching over those who wouldn't be attending the battle. After all the dear tinkers needed to be watched over and guarded. They were of the utmost precious sort and that weird creepy old guy needed to be watched over too, the bible guy, Frollo?

But overall, whether they needed guarding or not Dobson was not having any of it. He was not a hellhound! His job was not to chase after sorts and yank people back to hell! He was there to make deals, to claim souls, devour them and all that fun stuff!

Instead though he was sat on the warm cobblestone street, frowning at the sun and the people that piddle around. How boring.

An exasperated sigh left the hound as he slump to the floor dramatically, guard duty, pah! He needed something more, anything asides from staring at the same street for the next few hours while the rest of the Rogues were in Agrabah fucking shit up!

He couldn't believe he was missing out on a fight. It nearly brought a tear to his eye, nearly.

It was then he saw a familiar speck of brown out of the corner of his eyes recognizing it as leather apron. He shot up into a sitting position gaze focused on the lad who seemed to be ready to set up an experiment. He grinned wickedly, oh he was not missing out on this!

He leaped to his dainty paws and sprinted over, grinning manically. "HEY VARIAN! What are you doing?!"

[Varian]

He supposed maybe he should have felt slighted that he wasn't involved in the whole Agrabah thing, that maybe he should feel like he was being left out of something important. However, this was pretty resolutely the opposite of his he felt, Varian was, after all, not a fighter. He belonged in his lab working out solutions to problems that the fighters had, making breakthroughs, training with Clopin, that was where Varian belonged. While the cat's away the mice will play, as they say, and that was exactly what Varian was doing in the middle of the street carrying what looked to be vaguely rocket shaped.

He jumped when he heard the voice, nearly dropping his armful as he glanced over at the grinning canine and tried not to jump out of his skin. He was still kind of wrapping his his head around the presence of talking animals as just, a normal thing that was okay, but Dobson had always intimidated him with his scary teeth and his scary smile, and he kind of felt like he liked knowing he had that effect on him.

"Oh! D-Dobson!" He cleared his throat to steady his stutter before chuckling, "well, I've been working on this device for a few days now, it's a rocket!" He grinned wide, "with the special formula I hope to launch it...Well...We'll see where it goes," he let out a snorting laugh before setting the thing down, "it probably wont explode...Probably..." He couldn't actually promise that though, that was partially why he'd waited until most everyone was gone, at least then they couldn't tell him no or worry about him blowing his fingers or face off.

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[Dobson]

Varian was certainly right. Dobson did like knowing that he had the effect of terrifying the boy, the two were allies but the demonic beast loved to terrify even those he called 'friends'. Of course, Varian was one of those who he was quickly growing attached too. The young man just had an aura about him that made him likable. His intelligence and want to learn more was infectious even for a demon who thought he knew everything.

That's why Dobson refused to miss out on this chance. As he came to a stop in front of the boy his pink eyes were wide with puppy-like curiosity. His nose sniffing the equipment in Varian's arms before he stopped as the mention of a rocket, eyes focusing on said item curiously.

His brows raised and his cropped ears cocked forward. "Launch it? Like up into the air?!" He barked suddenly. His maniac grin was no longer there but a seemingly genuine smile was there. Maybe he wasn't a complete horror at points. "CAN I HELP?" He bellowed, tail wagging a mile per second before it clicked as to what he asked.

He took a step back, holding his head up like he was 'better than thou' for a moment. Though his gaze was quick to slip back to the boy and his gear. His highly held head dropping a little, was it really worth acting like he was a high tier demon capable of munching souls right now?

The answer was no.

His eyes went wide, one could swear there were sparkles there. His tail wagging. "C-can I help?" He whined.