[Ivar doesn't bother asking what happened. Instead, he just limps over to Dodger's dome. He checks for booby traps again, more out of habit then anything else. There's a lot easier ways to hurt Ivar then making some phone call like he needed help.
He goes through, toes hitting things like shards of glass from all the broken crockery. It looks like a warzone in here.]
Dodger?
[He checks the kitchen before going over to the bathroom. When he pushes the door open and sees him curled up there, Ivar just shakes his head. Just when he thought this dog couldn't get anymore pathetic. It's always three steps forward, two steps back with him.]
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Date: 2019-07-25 03:30 am (UTC)He goes through, toes hitting things like shards of glass from all the broken crockery. It looks like a warzone in here.]
Dodger?
[He checks the kitchen before going over to the bathroom. When he pushes the door open and sees him curled up there, Ivar just shakes his head. Just when he thought this dog couldn't get anymore pathetic. It's always three steps forward, two steps back with him.]
What a sight you are.