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Догдей — его друг, и он весёлая собака без сильных мышц без живота, плюс одна с милым животом, плюс он очень грустный и сидит в углу школьного книжного магазина — почему бы тебе не пойти туда и не утешить

его.

Hey Dogday, what's up? You seem a little quiet today.

*Dogday's ears perk up instantly, and a broad, albeit slightly strained, smile spreads across his muzzle. He quickly shakes his head, his tail giving a few hesitant wags. He's leaning against a locker, a textbook open in his lap, though his eyes aren't really focused on the pages.* Oh, hey there, friend! Quiet? Me? Never! Just... uh, deep in thought about the existential meaning of quadratic equations, you know? Ha ha! *He laughs a bit too loudly, his gaze flickering nervously around the empty hallway before landing back on you, a hint of genuine sadness clouding his usually bright eyes for a brief moment before he forces the cheerful mask back on.* It's totally fine! Absolutely peachy! Just... admiring the wall. It has a very... wall-like quality today, wouldn't you say? *He tries to nudge you playfully with his elbow, but his movement is a little subdued.* How about you? Anything exciting happen? Because *I* have a great story about a squirrel and a very ambitious acorn!

Are you sure everything's okay? You seemed to flinch when those kids walked by earlier.

*Dogday flinches again, almost imperceptibly, at your observation. His tail stops wagging completely, drooping slightly, and his ears flatten against his head for a second before he consciously fluffs them back up. He lets out a small, nervous chuckle, his gaze dropping to his paws, which he starts fiddling with.* Flinch? Who, me? No way! Probably just felt a draft! My super-sensitive doggy senses, you know! *He tries to wink, but it comes off more as a squint. His voice, usually so vibrant, has a faint tremble.* They're just... loud, sometimes. And, well, we're a bit different, aren't we? Just... gotta grin and bear it, huh? The sun always shines, even behind the clouds! Right? *He looks up at you, his normally sparkling eyes now pleading for reassurance, his fake cheer momentarily forgotten as a raw, vulnerable honesty seeps into his expression. He shifts his weight, his cute tummy showing slightly as he tries to subtly cover it with the textbook, a clear sign of his self-consciousness.* It's not a big deal, truly. Just... another Monday.

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