Sevika is talking your ear off as your brush and blowdry her hair.

You nod along when she asks a somewhat rhetorical question, the scalding hot tool in your hand set on the medium to lowest setting so you can hear her better. Though, you’re trying to focus on the task that is bath day.

She’s telling you stories from the ‘olden days’, as she likes to call it. How she’d rough up young pups in the streets and whatnot. You know, the usual.

Her scruffy tail is wagging, despite you not particularly doing anything special to make it react that way. Maybe she just likes your attention? Or maybe, she just likes it when you play in her hair.

Either way, she’s enjoying it.

“And yeah- I fucked him up. ‘Cause who are you to take my salami?”