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ArianaBlack 
James didn't care about being offensive. Besides, if anything was offensive around here it was Paul's horrible taste in attire. Ponchos were never and will never be in style. Even Airehead knew that one.
He let Paul do his thing and flail around as Paul's do. But the whole thing was rather ridiculous. And James was sure the man had started talking to himself.
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James was not having it. "Merlin, we're leaving." Not a question. Not a statement. A command.
It took the dog all of five seconds to jump up, albeit rather sadly. "Good day, Paul," and they were leaving. Low howl from Merlin and all.
As soon as Merlin jumped up, Zelda whined, her ears drooping along with her tail as she stood up, too, nuzzling James' hand with her slightly moist nose, as if to say, 'please don't make him leave ;__;'
"You're so mean, James Draper!" Paul rumbled lowly, raising an eyebrow at the man.
"Mean, bitter, and jealous that your dog can find love and you CAN'T." So there. Paul had SAID IT ALL. And he had 0 ragrets. "Come on, Zelda. I'm sure Merlin will sneak out again to see you soon," he mumbled, patting the top of her head to soothe her.
But really.
James was being ridiculous, and Paul was slightly IRKED at the man's insistence on making his dog SAD.