[Archie concludes that the strange new human is more worthy of his attention than Jay's ragged shoelaces. He approaches warily, pupils wide, before examining Tim's hand. He looks at it, sniffs at it, pulls back--]
[--and then bunts his head up against it before flopping over onto his side, expectantly.]
Don't pet his--his stomach.
[There's a hint of relief in Jay's voice.]
He'll think you're playing. I think. [He learned through trial and error, and a hand covered in little pinpricks.] And, uh, yeah. Tim, meet Archie; Archie, meet Tim.
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[--and then bunts his head up against it before flopping over onto his side, expectantly.]
Don't pet his--his stomach.
[There's a hint of relief in Jay's voice.]
He'll think you're playing. I think. [He learned through trial and error, and a hand covered in little pinpricks.] And, uh, yeah. Tim, meet Archie; Archie, meet Tim.