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He didn’t want to be apart from his master for any length of time but he knew that in order to make his master happy then he would have to leave, albeit for a short amount of time. He was relieved though, honestly when he came back to find that his master had not left him and was still standing there in that spot that he had left him in even if he was batting at the flowers in an all-too-adorable way. Janos was rather spotted with the blood of the animal, but he rather liked the smell and taste of it so long as he was on a hunt and not destroying some innocent pup. No, he didn’t think that he could handle that. But that was not the case. Bastion was there pretty as you please, seeming to be awaiting his puppy’s return with the long-awaited meal. Just thinking about how he had made his master wait made him feel bad and his ears flicked back towards his head as if wondering if he had left him waiting for too long. It wasn’t that he wanted to be away from his master for any length of time, but rather that he wanted to be sure that his master was happy and that he was full and happy and content. That was his life’s goal after all, and one that he wholeheartedly accepted. And he did his job with as much happiness as was left to an empty soul like his. His master was the only thinking keeping him about after all.
He watched his master’s face, wondering about why it was taking him so long to speak. He waited for his master’s response, getting increasingly fidgety as time went on. But then he got what he wanted, a nod of his master’s head and that was all it took. He went into the other’s arms as fast as his legs could carry him, abandoning his kill in lieu of following his master’s orders. He gave a little sound in his throat too, hitting his knees when he was just about to the other so that he was more on the other’s level, his head just a little bit shorter than his master’s head. He did this on purpose, showing Bastion that he still knew his place. He looked up into the other’s face, reaching up to aim a lick to his master’s chin and bottom jaw, another sign of submission. He could never show enough to his master, never could but he could at least try. Janos seemed like he was enjoying the one on one time that he had with Bastion, something that he didn’t seem to get enough of these days, which was understandable given their ranks. But he still missed it and so when he was with the other, he was very likely to do anything and everything he could to make the most of the time that he had together with Bastion until they had to be professional and act a certain way. But here, here he could be who he was really meant to be, he felt.
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