Cross walked opened the wooden door to his house, causing the whole building to creak. He stepped inside, the floorboards moving and bending with each step. Through his piles of junk a rustling came, and then out from the it came his puppy.
Arf arf!
He scooped her up and tried to hold onto her as she wiggled and wagged happily. "There ya are little thing, whatcha been messin' 'round with t'day uh?" He scratched her head and put her down as he took off his equipment. She bounded around him continuously the whole time.
Once he got his stuff off, he walked over to the kitchen side of the room. "My little pup, d'ja wanna here what's goin' on?" he asked her as he opened the fridge. "Ol' Gambino went 'n got 'imself murdered. Found out 'twas a vampire what did it. Ain't that just terrible?" The puppy whined. He pulled out some milk and grabbed some cereal.
"Thing is, he'd survived a full fledged vampire army b'fore. Now he's off getting killed by one. 'N I fought the one, he ain't no slouch, but still surprisin'." He poured himself bowl of cereal with milk, then put it down for the puppy.
"Still, this just isn't good. Gambino's the richest man in Gaia, how the hell do ya assassinate someone like that?" As the puppy munched down, he though back.
"Come to think of it, this happened before. Zhivago, Gambino, assassination. Then poof, Gambino comes back. Maybe I shouldn't be worried..." He looked down at the puppy who had stuck her head in the bowl. She looked up at him and wagged her tail.
"I'll keep you and your kitty safe puppy, don't worry." He scratched behind her ears. "Just gotta make sure that crazy b*****d doesn't kill again. A'right?"
Arf!
"Good puppy."
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