Poochie
Koujo Lin has been peed on.
"How dare you." He says.
Nothing. Lin glares murderously at the culprit, a brown ball of fur that stares up at him with large black eyes. It's a lost little animal that their young employee had brought in the other day. Pets were not allowed in her apartment and so it had begun taking shelter in their office.
His name is Poochie.
Poochie has peed on Koujo Lin's pants.
Lin stares down at the puppy some more, wondering if it'd be wrong to kick the little thing while no one else was in the office. They're now nose to nose, and the little guy isn't giving in.
Poochie looks up back at Lin with his tongue hanging out of its mouth, not only completely unafraid of the stoic Chinese man, but also quite unrepentant for having peed on him.
Lin gives the papers in his hands a sudden shake to try the element of surprise. Lin glares some more before Poochie yawns right in his face. He gives a little yip, like he's bored with the man's efforts and demands some sort of action.
After a while, Lin sighs and stands up, taking Poochie in his arms.
He decides that the little bastard will fit in with the SPR members just fine.