Hahaha, victory! Don't mind Hickey as he slips through the open door to make his way into Crozier's house. This is bloody wonderful! He's seeing everything through a new light. And his senses! He can smell so much more now. The scent of Crozier lingers all over this place, mixed into the rug, the air, the entire fabric and being of this house—
—mixed with the scent of someone else. Someone Hickey can't identify.
Hmm.
Dogs don't get jealous, though. And now that he's inside, he's going to be a picture perfect little dog for a while. Part of him is curious to see just how long the con can go, part of him is curious to see what Crozier will do. After all, it's not like Crozier knows who he is. Why not indulge in the charade while he's got the chance?
Why not warm up as well? Hickey trots over to the fire and, like a good little animal, turns himself in a circle a few times (weird, why'd he do that?) before curling up into a small ball. That's right. Look at what a good boy he is.
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—mixed with the scent of someone else. Someone Hickey can't identify.
Hmm.
Dogs don't get jealous, though. And now that he's inside, he's going to be a picture perfect little dog for a while. Part of him is curious to see just how long the con can go, part of him is curious to see what Crozier will do. After all, it's not like Crozier knows who he is. Why not indulge in the charade while he's got the chance?
Why not warm up as well? Hickey trots over to the fire and, like a good little animal, turns himself in a circle a few times (weird, why'd he do that?) before curling up into a small ball. That's right. Look at what a good boy he is.