Mayhem Meets Bedlam

Caesar was sitting one moment, the pup telling him that he was stupider. He rolled his eyes and was about to say something, when all of the sudden he was on the ground, another pup looming over him. They looked a lot alike, probably brothers. Caesar's teeth pulled back into a snarl, his jaws snapping upwards towards his face. "Get off of me," he snarled, raising his hind legs and attempting to kick up at the boy's exposed belly. He didn't like to be pushed around, it was him that did the pushing. Then all of the sudden the other stupid boy was looking at him, telling him that he needed to taught how to be nice and how to be a brother. He growled at that, ears pressing back against his brown skull. "My brother hates me and goes out of the way to ignore me, so sorry if I'm not nice OR a good brother. Not get off!" Caesar's voice was mad as he thrashed on the earth, turning around and squirming out from under the taller puppy. Raising himself to all fours, he shook out his coat and realized that there was a crowd gathering. He sneered at them all, picking out his sister among the crowd. Oh great, was she going to start screaming again? His green eyes rolled again. "What are you all doing here? I'm not going to start singing and dancing for everyone..." he grumbled, flopping his rump onto the earth. His gaze cut back to the one that had tackled him, glaring at the taller boy. It would seem that there was a crowd of pups that all knew each other -- or so he thought -- and he had a feeling if he didn't say sorry that he might be run over by a crowd of puppies. Caesar wasn't one to apologize for anything, but at the moment he was very, very out numbered.

The fawn coloured boy growled, looking over to the kid that he had insulted. Perhaps he could ignore saying sorry? Well... he was all for testing his luck. "My name is Caesar," he mumbled, ears still pressed against his head. He didn't like this, and really wanted to leave. His pride kept him rooted though, green gaze cutting carefully across the crowd. He really didn't want to say sorry... but a lot of these puppies were bigger that he was. These odds were not in his favor... "Maybe you're not stupid..." he muttered to the kid again, looking at his tackler. There. That was good enough. Right?