Another prize drabble for remi, as well as for Dawn/Dusk Challenge
Warning for animal abuse
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Ken vividly remembers kicking that puppy.
It's one of the few moments where the Kaiser - he, rather - was more rage than disdain, was more fury and disgust than insult. And he'd lashed out against the impulse from the rest of him that said, pick it up, cuddle it, hold it close and keep it safe like you weren't.
He's pretty sure this is the same puppy now. A bit bigger, sure, but more ribs protruding, fur matted, sad eyes sadder than over. And a mess of a bruise forming by its neck.
Ken takes a deep breath and kneels to scoop it up.
"I've got you," he whispers, stroking the fur and he doesn't know if they remember him but the dog is too weak to fight or still too trusting and comes along.
He fumbles a hand to dial the phone. "Mother? I found a pet."
Even now they can't seem to resist him like this.