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[Bandit waits for another piece to come off, this one the domed piece covering the top of his back. Despite having been encased in the armor for many months, he doesn't look all that bad underneath. Aside from the robotics that have been wired directly into his body, circuitry to make the armor work right, he has a lean, muscular frame. Even his fur still looks glossy.

The men at the lab had made sure to give the animals proper vitamins and supplements to make sure their investments would last as long as possible.]

No more arm-or. No more bad dog.

You are not a bad dog. Not at all.

[ with the biggest, bulkiest bits of arms cast aside on her floor, rey sits back, slumped over with her elbow resting on her knee, chin resting in her open palm. there is a faint, sad smile on her face as she watches him for a moment. ]

Let's have a look at you, yeah? [ scratching behind bandit's ear, she checks for any weak spots, any injuries. she's never had a dog but she has some idea as to what looks healthy and what doesn't. ] Looks good. You – you can stay here with me.

[Bandit is cheered by the fact that at least someone sees him as being better than the weapon that the lab had turned him into.]

Bandit try hard.
2 b gud.

[But it was hard to be good when he had a suit of armor that basically turned him into a furry, killer tank. At least now that was being taken care of.

He stretches his legs out, first the front, and then the back, claws scrabbling for purchase on the floor. Aside from the hardware embedded on all his joints, on his back, and the one in his head that allows him to speak, he's pretty much back to being a normal dog.]

Bandit stay.
Is home.

I'm sure you do.

[ it isn't like her, accepting someone so quickly in her living space. it's always been hers and hers alone and she's never needed anyone to help her out but – she feels attached to him, protective even if he had come with his own armor.

rey scratches the back of her head, watching him curiously, almost as if all that bulk hadn't really affected him. ] I don't have a lot of food. I'm sorry. Not much of a big pull this morning.

[Bandit goes over to Rey, licking her hand in thanks for getting him out of his armor.]

Is O.K.

[Despite having a healthy dog's appetite, he's willing to go without as much as usual if it means he gets to stay with Rey. He doesn't want to be forced to leave. Sometimes, mean people will change their minds about dogs when they get to be too much of a handful.]

[ she smiles faintly until he licks her hand and it eventually blossoms into a full grin. she scratches behind his ears again. ]

Tomorrow, maybe you can help me find scraps to trade? We can share what I've got today.

[ bandit gets another pat on the back before she pulls herself to her feet. the packets are in one of her pockets and she begins to rummage around for her hard-earned meal. ] I'll prepare the food. I'm hungry.

Bandit help Rey! Bandit find scraps.

[He's more than willing to do his fair share and contribute to make sure that he's earning his keep. He sits back on his haunches and scratches behind his ear, a doggie luxury he's long been denied.]

Bandit hungry too.

I think we'll find more together.

[ rey takes some time to prepare the divvy up the food available. the packets expand into her portion bread, with two near equal pieces for both herself and her new companion. she places them into two bowls and nods over to bandit to follow her outside. ]

Cm'on, we can sit out here for a bit. [ she trudges outside to plop down on the ramp leading into the sand,
placing bandit's food portion next to her. ]

[Bandit lets out a soft sigh as he sits down on the ramp. He eats his portion rather fast and with a lot of gusto. It's been so long since he had proper food instead of the cocktail of vitamins, minerals, and drugs the scientists had given him.

When he's done, he amuses himself by bouncing around on the sand, appreciating how he can feel the sane under his paws for the first time in a long while.]

[ rey goes quiet, setting her plate aside to watch bandit reclaim the use of his legs. they way, she thinks, a dog was meant to be. and she grins, holding a hand out. ]

Always thought there was too much sand here. Looks like you're having fun though.

Fun fun fun!

[Bandit bounces around on the sand, kicking it up under his paws. Once he's finally worn himself out, he returns to Rey's side, chewing and licking on the pads of his paws to get the grit back out.]