[Clackoon started to break into a happy smile at being praised, even scurrying closer to Ken, before pausing with a frown. Wait, why was his trainer being called? Did he do something wrong? ... oh, wait, is it because it's hard for him to leave in this rain? Clackoon looked back out at the rain, hated the idea of venturing into it and potentially snuffing out his firewood, and clung to Ken's clothes, whining and mewling a little, an odd departure from the earlier barking.
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Buson will soon pick up! ]
Yo! How's it hangin'? [It's definitely Buson!]