Mission [Good Boy]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: "Who is a good boy?"
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 374
Total word count: 12,019
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sighed, closing his eyes and leaning into Master's knee as Master rubbed him behind the ears. It was a nice feeling. There wasn't much noise aside from Tao purring from Master's nap and some birdsong outside.
"Who is a good boy?"
M-21 opened his eyes, looking at Master. Who was a good boy? Tao was a good boy (just very curious and very good at finding trouble). Master was a good boy. And so was Frankenstein.
Master continued scratching his ears. "Who is a good boy?"
M-21 tilted his head, furrowing his brow. It was a question Master wanted an answer to. But who...?
"You are."
M-21 tilted his head in the other direction. Who was? He looked behind him to see who Master was talking to, but Frankenstein wasn't there - this was usually the time he spent working on recipes in his lab.
Was he talking to Tao, then?
Master was smiling at him, still scratching his ears. "It is you, M-21."
Him? M-21 pricked his ears, making sure he'd heard that right. But it couldn't be. He wasn't good.
"You are a good wolf, M-21."
Master was talking to him! But-! He wasn't!
"You are always checking on Tao and making sure he is safe-"
And he'd failed-!
"-and when he has found trouble again, you bring him to Frankenstein to make sure he is all right."
Master's hand continued to rub him and M-21 whined. Master was never wrong and knew lots of things, but he couldn't be right with this.
"Mrrow," Tao said, stretching on Master's lap, and Master's smile widened.
"Tao agrees with me," Master said. "And that you are very warm to curl up against."
M-21 looked between them, ears going between flat and pricked. If both of them were saying it, then they had to be right. But...
"Raow," Tao said, reaching over and patting M-21's nose.
Oh. He was a good boy.
It was strange to think about. In the Union, he had always been wrong. Too slow, too weak.
Never good.
Here, he was a good boy.
Master smiled at him. "Yes, you are a good boy."
M-21 huffed, leaning into Master's touch again, closing his eyes. That was nice to hear.
Summary: "Who is a good boy?"
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 374
Total word count: 12,019
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sighed, closing his eyes and leaning into Master's knee as Master rubbed him behind the ears. It was a nice feeling. There wasn't much noise aside from Tao purring from Master's nap and some birdsong outside.
"Who is a good boy?"
M-21 opened his eyes, looking at Master. Who was a good boy? Tao was a good boy (just very curious and very good at finding trouble). Master was a good boy. And so was Frankenstein.
Master continued scratching his ears. "Who is a good boy?"
M-21 tilted his head, furrowing his brow. It was a question Master wanted an answer to. But who...?
"You are."
M-21 tilted his head in the other direction. Who was? He looked behind him to see who Master was talking to, but Frankenstein wasn't there - this was usually the time he spent working on recipes in his lab.
Was he talking to Tao, then?
Master was smiling at him, still scratching his ears. "It is you, M-21."
Him? M-21 pricked his ears, making sure he'd heard that right. But it couldn't be. He wasn't good.
"You are a good wolf, M-21."
Master was talking to him! But-! He wasn't!
"You are always checking on Tao and making sure he is safe-"
And he'd failed-!
"-and when he has found trouble again, you bring him to Frankenstein to make sure he is all right."
Master's hand continued to rub him and M-21 whined. Master was never wrong and knew lots of things, but he couldn't be right with this.
"Mrrow," Tao said, stretching on Master's lap, and Master's smile widened.
"Tao agrees with me," Master said. "And that you are very warm to curl up against."
M-21 looked between them, ears going between flat and pricked. If both of them were saying it, then they had to be right. But...
"Raow," Tao said, reaching over and patting M-21's nose.
Oh. He was a good boy.
It was strange to think about. In the Union, he had always been wrong. Too slow, too weak.
Never good.
Here, he was a good boy.
Master smiled at him. "Yes, you are a good boy."
M-21 huffed, leaning into Master's touch again, closing his eyes. That was nice to hear.