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      LITTLE PISTOL

UNDER THE SKIN, AGAINST THE SKULL, THEY PUT A LITTLE CHIP SO THAT THEY KNOW IT ALL. I THINK I MIGHT BE SCARED OF THE WORLD AND THE WAY IT MAKES YOU FEEL AFRAID, AND HOW IT GETS IN THE WAY.

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Though he had heard much of what the Pitt was, never once had the male actually met a member; perhaps it would have helped to do so before making his decision to come here. He didn't have the best morals, but slaves, he'd never been fond of the title or concept of someone being forced to do whatever their "masters" desired of them. Eugene had been in a place like that once before, and he did not ever want to return to it.

The sight of a collared collie piqued his attention. Ears twitched up lightly to catch his words as he approached, though he couldn't help but simply stare at the thing secure on his neck. Finally curiosity got the best of him, as well as his big mouth. "Is that a kink thing or are you some kinda prisoner?" He tilted his head as he spoke, a quizzical look flashing briefly before he acknowledged Butch's words. Eugene stretched out his long limbs and breathed a sigh; was he saying this wasn't the most pleasant of places? That much was obvious. To most, the heat was probably unbearable, and given what he had heard of the Pitt, the people were just as intolerable. At least he would get a kick out of messing with them. Maybe he'd even start a few fights; that always lightened his mood, even when he got his ass thoroughly beaten.

He didn't have a snarky reply to give to Butch, much to his own disappointment. This guy seemed alright, even if he potentially had a weird master-pet kink. Wouldn't know the truth until it came sputtering out. A puff of smoke billowed from his parted mouth as he took a moment to really look at the collie; he was quite attractive, the feature most pleasing to him being the bright blue of his eyes. Eugene twitched his tail idly for a moment. "Tossing in my lot means I get to see a pretty face like that more often," he hummed smoothly. "That'll make my time here much more bearable, if these ones without collars are as bad as you make 'em out to be." The wolfdog crossed his paws and quirked a brow to the other, only briefly looking away to see if anyone else had decided to join them. While he was eager to get settled, he wouldn't quite mind it just being he and the pretty collie.