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NOTE: this fic is a prologue to Falling Right Side-Up's 'Roughhousing in the Playpen' first chapter. That doesn't mean you have to read it after this, but it makes sense to do so.
Harry looked over the papers and then at the landlord. "Only one person is currently living there other than yourself?" he asked, curious.
The landlord nodded nervously and started to visibly sweat. "Ah, um, yes. Just one person other than myself, his name is Hiruma Yoichi…what is that?!" the man squeaked in a high pitched voice upon hearing a low growl from nearby.
"Hm? Oh, him. That's just my dog, Snuffles. Want to meet him?"
"Ah, er, no that isn't nec-"
"Come 'ere, boy!" Harry whistled and a large, black dog appeared seemingly from nowhere and laid unnaturally blue eyes on him and started to growl.
"Snuffles, behave. This is the nice man that's selling us our new home. We don't want to scare him too much, now do we?"
The dog whined pitifully.
"Whine all you want, I want this place and I'll not allow you and your mischievious nature ruin it." Harry said, mock stern in his voice.
The dog whined and collapsed in a pile at his humans' feet, making sure that the other man got a good look at his teeth.
"So the earliest possible time that I could start moving in…"
"Tomorrow!" the man yelled, and with that, took his leave before the dog could decide to make him lunch.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the man's behavior and turned to look at his dog.
"Well, what do you think, boy? Should we wait?" Harry asked, grinning.
The dog barked negatively.
"You're absolutely right, that man was behaving suspiciously. Let's find out why, hm?"
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