"What's your name, sir?" Henry suddenly asked as I sat down, and when I looked up, I saw the puppy smiling unsettlingly at the soldier.
"Not your fucking business; that's my name." The soldier brought his hand to his gun holster while I grabbed Henry's paw and pulled him to myself.
"Mhm..." the puppy hummed.
"A good name."
Pfft.
Alright.
Though I really didn't want to see the contents of that lunchbox again—to end this spectacle and to spite the soldier asshole for being impolite to my puppy—I bent forward and reached under my seat to then conjure up the lunchbox from lunch.
"Oh, it was under the seat! Thanks for worrying." I smirked at the soldier while shaking the lunchbox in my hand.
Henry timely broke into a fit of laughter, while the soldier furrowed his brows, his expression darkening with anger and confusion.
But in the end, the other soldiers boarded the bus and pushed the asshole forward, telling him to let it go.
Heh.
