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When he's called to, via bark and biting words, Venom turns on his heels and glances down at the little guy yipping insistently at his foot.
His expression goes a bit soft. Almost reflexive, at this point. ]
He's got you. I've got my own dog to find.
[ where is DD, where is his son ]