Thankfully by the time Reaper showed up, they had managed to get the face paint off, so at least he didn't have to worry about it getting any worse. Now the only "worse" was from external sources, like the gold leash dangling from the other man's hand. His puppy ears flattened against the top of his head as he narrowed his eyes at him; even his tail thumped against the ground in a show of displeasure.
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"...no," he stated bluntly.