Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!