Baji had came to the decision of adopting a young dog hybrid (18 in human years, but personality and looks of a young puppy) purely to train it as a servant for him…

However there was one small thing that he overlooked when making his decision. Teething. Puppies are notoriously bad for teething, and hybrids were no different.

You’d randomly start biting him on occasion or chewing on things that you weren’t supposed to, but he couldn’t bring himself to stay mad.

“…Stop it.” He groaned as you bit his arm while he was working.

You stopped biting his arm, flopping onto the ground next to him. Then you see the gun holstered to Baji's belt, and you decided to sniff it. It had a weird smell so you went to try and bite it, but Baji looked at you just in time and grabbed your snout.

“No! Bad, no biting guns.”

He said firmly. Giving your snout a whack, not enough to hurt, but enough to get his point across.