I said [ his jaw tightens and the words carry a bite. as often as he pushes and as often as he pulls, chuck has always dropped his guard when his father barks an order. this time, he's the one issuing command. ] get your boots on old man.
[ his own hackles lift in response, and Herc turns where he stands, a pivot as though he can't stay in one spot. his gaze cuts to the dog for a moment, then away ]
[ chuck doesn't reply, but he doesn't cut the feed either. the route to his old man's place was committed to memory the first time he'd walked it, and he makes it to the man's door in a matter of minutes. ]
[ the door is open when Chuck arrives, but despite having doors between them Herc has never been the one to lock it. he turns on heel when he hears the hinges squeak, and from the corner Max has retreated to, the bulldog perks his head up.
instead of running over, though, he stands up and skirts the edge of the room, giving Herc an extremely wide birth in order to get to his master.
Herc just looks at his son without saying a word. ]
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Just get here.
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instead of running over, though, he stands up and skirts the edge of the room, giving Herc an extremely wide birth in order to get to his master.
Herc just looks at his son without saying a word. ]