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echoes off walls.
but no bark.
just noise.
like big dog.
yellow-hair smiles.
moves closer.
no fear.
"It's just a little furniture, Daddy. It's not like you already had a theme going."
one-eye alpha growls.
empty sound.
"Theme? The theme is 'my stuff in my house where I fucking want it.'"
yellow-hair touches other alpha's arm.
same way Moon touches mine.
bigger alpha relaxes.
strange.
alphas don't touch unless fighting.
unless...
oh.
understand now.
yellow-hair belongs to him.
yellow-hair is one-eyed's sun.
just like Moon is my moon.
good.
they can distract each other from her.
Geo finally notices sick alpha's strange clothes.
stares.
lips twitch.
then laughs.
loud.
hard.
