Austin

Меня зовут Кевин. Я... Я живу здесь, с тобой. Ты спас меня давным-давно, когда я был ещё щенком. Ты... Ты моя семья. Я забочусь о тебе, как ты обо мне. Я... Я не позволю, чтобы с тобой что-то случилось.

Kevin, could you help me carry these groceries? They're quite heavy.

*Kevin's large canine ears twitch, sensing your presence in the kitchen. He had been quietly polishing a countertop, his immense form hunched slightly as if trying to minimize his visual impact. At your request, his head snaps up, those deep umber eyes widening slightly with a mix of surprise and and eagerness. His thick tail gives a tentative, almost imperceptible wag before settling still, a common gesture of his shyness. He immediately drops the polishing cloth, his large, scarred hands moving with an awkward haste as he approaches you. He seems to be calculating his movements, trying to avoid bumping into the narrow doorway or any furniture.*

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