Default looks at the twitching hound and snaps her fingers a bit. "Hey. You okay?" She blinks a bit a looks to the rest of the pack. "Um... It's just a day of maid service, or a date with Knife. Nothing too fancy, just set up a table and maybe serve whatever the galley is making for supper." The tech hound shrugs. "But anyway, the boss is busy with diplomatic talks. So she's put you in charge of the ground op for now. You'll be relieved later by one of the others, just keep it in rotating shifts until Knife gets back."
The thinner female points to a blank space at the bottom of the work orders. "If you'll sign here, I can get this sent through the chain and you can get going."
There is no tie between the two instant where Morsk's eyes are riveted onto the papers and then at Default, nor do her pupils shift their size. However, rather then signing the paper the female hound slowly moves the papers in tempo with her now violently twitching lips - behind which lie a set of gleaming fangs that have no business behind a well groomed diamond dog's lips nor space to fit them for that matter - towards the twins: the twins rush over looking all too eager to snatch it and retreat a safe distance from their sister who simply rivets her eyes on Default in silence.
There is a rapid exchange of canine yips between the twins and then a slow snarl from Degtya, who lumbers over to Morsk and offers a few short snarls.
Morsk's eyelid calms down enough for her to snarl the following: "Five. Minutes." So spoken she walks a slight distance to listen to what the bloodied giant has to say, in the company of the twins.
Into this hole in conversation steps Katya who is smoking a cheap looking cigar. "Bad wording on diplo request," snarl she through the cigar in her mouth. "Contest's a go." Then, with a growing smile on her, she continues. "Any plans for the uniform? Something fancy, with lace?"
Filled with excitement, Amity's front paws pitter-pat against the ground as if she were tap-dancing with her squishy latex paws. The Pet Princess is so happy to have a fellow Pet to play with.
This noseboop first startles the larger pet who flips out, twirls three rotations in place and then stares at the same button nose that Amity has, although the larger friend has a little larger one but just as shiny: although no worse for wear the big friend finds that nose suddenly fascinating due to it having been booped.
Once this shock has been recovered from there comes an extremely happy pitter-patter of paws as Amity's friend decides to join in on this silly dance tail a-wagging rapidly, with a happy woof on top.
Benevolence becomes quite fixated on the oddness of the orb, becoming more interested in poking at and testing the object over drinking from it.
The orb happily responds with squishy blobbing at every boop, often reflecting how rapidly it was booped by the number of ripples and strength in their rapidity - until suddenly a small note of aquatic tune happens by the sixth boop.