[Yelena's world famous mac and cheese was now little more than a smear on the tile floor; just another casualty in the wake of Hurricane Jake. He looks up at the man intruding on his dinner, looking for all the world just like... a very confused dog.
That is, until Newt screams. Jake jumps, hackles up, instincts taking over as he begins to bark overtop the back half of Newt's scream. It's not like it was his native tongue or anything. Sometimes you just had to bark somebody when they startle you like that.]
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That is, until Newt screams. Jake jumps, hackles up, instincts taking over as he begins to bark overtop the back half of Newt's scream. It's not like it was his native tongue or anything. Sometimes you just had to bark somebody when they startle you like that.]