"Boss, all I'm saying is that getting a dog would bring this dynamic family of ours together."
Frankenstein sighed. "Tao, we are not getting a dog."
"Just hear me out!" Tao rushed on. "A small dog, a little one that doesn't shed! I promise to walk it, feed it, and clean it. It'll be my sole responsibility, but everyone can enjoy the presence of a furry companion without the work!"
Frankenstein glanced in the direction of the living room. "We already have a dog." He nodded at the couch where M21 was resting. Takeo was currently running his fingers through M21's hair, causing the werewolf to sigh with pleasure in his sleep.
They heard Takeo chuckle. "You were right Sir Raizel. Werewolves apparently love being scratched behind the ear."
Tao frowned at M21. "I meant a cute one! A dog that doesn't bite."