[After enough time in Riverview, Ronan had gotten used to the idea of super heroes or whatever they like to call themselves. But putting spider webs on a dog? That was something else. Something that made him stop walking and glare. His raven, Chainsaw, who'd been perched on his tattooed shoulder, hopped farther away from his face. She knew what was coming.]
Dude, what the fuck are you doing to that dog? He's not part of your fashion show. Let him go.
[Clearly the person at fault is the guy with the weird leash and not the freakishly huge, overly excited dog. What else could it be?]
III Bring forth the dog, with my apologies
Dude, what the fuck are you doing to that dog? He's not part of your fashion show. Let him go.
[Clearly the person at fault is the guy with the weird leash and not the freakishly huge, overly excited dog. What else could it be?]