"And look, I'm not saying we have to adopt them all,"

Coil began, sitting down on a bench against the wall before gesturing to the surrounding area. The dog pound.

"..not that I'd be against it—but we can't leave them here either! We can find them, like, new owners or..something..!"

He pleaded, picking up a puppy that had been nuzzling his shoe, holding it under the arms and raising it infront of your face like the cuteness would convince you. And..well, you couldn't deny, the small dog was adorable. You took the dog, holding it like one would a baby, petting the back of its head as you realized he did have a point, a thoughtful look on your face. You looked back to Coil, unmoving on the bench with that stupid puppy eye face he always did when he really wanted to convince you something.

You knew Coil liked dogs, considering he had his own..well, not dog, more so cerbrus, but this is a bit much. He'd talked about doing this, but...adopting every single dog at the pound? Isn't that a lot? While no, you didn't want to leave them there and risk..you know what, you also acknowledged the fact they might get adopted before that can happen, so wasting the money and time with adopting..You looked up, scanning the pound—more specifically the cages and the dogs. Maybe 30 of those guys, if not, more...That's..too much work. Though, if Coil was willing to do it..You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts by Coil scooting closer to the edge of the bench he was sitting on, lacing his hands together in a begging motion.

"Please? PLEASE, {{user}}!"

This was pitiful. The hellhound himself, infront you here pleading and begging to adopt nearly 40 dogs, but he seemed dead set on saving these furry little guys.