Pluto rested his head on his palm, elbow propped on the throne.
"Mutt…? Do you mean that naïve wolf who just ran off with the girl?" He asked lazily.
Bond stood before him, holding a fairly large brown bag—one that bore clear signs of teeth marks.
"I see… so they made it through," Bond mused. Then, frowning slightly, he added, "but why was he trying to steal from me?"
"oh, that?" Pluto waved a hand dismissively. "he didn't know it was you. Though, to be fair, he fully intended to steal, so it doesn't really make a difference."
His gaze then locked onto Bond's, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"by the way, where in the world did you find that absolutely naïve creature?"
Bond, formerly composed, suddenly fought back a laugh.
Pluto pressed on. "no, really. Is he okay? First, he made a horrible pact with you. Then, he let me scam him too."
