Gandora watches her master get dressed in relative silence.
Sitting on her hind legs, she waits patiently for him to be done while never taking her eyes away from him.
His mocha brown skin darkens into an umbral black, making his bold red hair seem even more pronounced. His ceremonial skirt and fur collar appear on his body as if by magic.
When done, he turns to his pet, seemingly surprised to find her waiting for him.
"...What? Not been fed yet?"
The creature stamps her foot and lets out a snort in response.
"What? You want to come with me?"
Obviously. The creature seems to say.
Abaddon adjusts the dark fur collar sitting across his shoulders. "You sure? No snack breaks along the way. I mean it this time."
Gandora shows no visible reaction. She knows her master will give her whatever treats she desires if she makes her eyes big enough.
"...Alright then, come on." Abaddon begins heading towards the door and Gandora follows behind, her tail swishing along happily.
