LF: Pocket Mercy

Plague's original spike of anger had been swept away by the true guilt he witnessed play upon the younger boy's features. The older pup did not expose any emotion in those moments, he remained fairly neutral. Perhaps he felt slightly guilty himself for making Mo feel upset but the initial attitude the youngling had presented rubbed Plague all the wrong ways. Maybe others had disrespected his dad due to him being a Dog. But, Plague didn't care in the slightest as long as the those within the Empire were contributing in a good way.

"Unless your father has done anything bad there is no reason for anyone to dislike him, or you." Plague offered a simple shrug. It would take a lot for the older boy to hate someone and it for sure would not be for some silly aesthetic related reason. Many of those within the Empire had flawed or abnormal pasts so it was hard to judge anyone. "Do not apologize... I just do not like being reminded of his absence." Plague shook his scruff slightly to shake off the negativity. "What is your name?"