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He was feeling very unsure of himself now that he saw his master along with Reaper and the two of them were getting along so well that it was making him uneasy. What if his master decided that he didn’t want to deal with Janos anymore? Giving a little lick of his lips, he looked up and looked at the other, blinking as he mentioned that the child was the son of this stranger. Just as Reaper eyed him suspiciously, Janos returned the look, looking back and forth from eye to eye. He held the child closely to him, not willing or wanting to let him go. More than a little part of him was itching to tell the other to take a hike and leave his Bastion alone, but he would not do it unless his master made some sort of notion that he wasn’t happy and right now it looked as though the very opposite was happening. Giving a little growl to himself, he looked down at the child, wondering that if he had just given up the child if things would be different or if Reaper would have eventually found Janos’s love and master. ”Our son now,” he said gruffly before he fell silent, throwing an almost fearful look at his love in case he had said something wrong, wondering if he had greatly overstepped some boundary of his.
He shifted as his master leaned further into the strange male’s arms and he looked to the side, setting back on his hind legs a little bit, his tail tucking around one of his hind legs. He heard his title though from his master in reference to the pup and he looked down at the other before he nodded his head softly and just stood back to wait. Seeing those sharp eyes looking up at him, he looked right back down at him and gave him a little nod of his head to say that he was still there and would still back him up no matter what happened. His master said the name of the other male he presumed as well as his relation to Bastion and he gave a little nod of his head. ”I am Janos Russo, I belong to Bastion,” he said, the growled words sounding much like a claim of his own. He was his master’s loyal slave and servant and his master was his. But he also knew that if Bastion wanted to go back to Reaper then there was nothing that he could do. But he did find some solace in the fact that he was referred to as Bastion’s puppy while this male here was known by his name, and in Janos’s mind, that meant that he ranked higher than the other on the internal scale and hierarchy. What could he say? He was jealous for attention and he wanted all that he could get and then some. He once again fell silent, his tail still tucked against a leg as if he was still rather uncomfortable. But he stayed very close to Bastion, watching this Reaper for any sort of funny business.
