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Summary
Sniff's fingers tighten in the false wool of his shirt. That thing's woven from nothing but RGB light, just like Etho is beneath the leather skin that gives him face and legs and hands. "You look like my husband… You act like my husband."
"I was your husband." Etho says this firmly because it's not a lie. If you strip out the roleplay filters, file off all the warnings Joel tossed at him outside the game (in memories Sniff does not have), then every word of this is genuine. Sniff's eyes burn, sparking pixels, and he wrenches his face away. His grip slackens on the shirt. Something breaks in Etho deep inside, then. It's like a twig. A fox trap. It snaps around his leg. Sniff bears his palms on Etho's front (his pecs) and glares right into his eyes.
"You know that's not fluffin' true."
Prying someone's soul from skin isn't easy, especially if you're 4 weeks old, he has an undressing phobia, and you have twisted memories of being his devoted husband and #1 fan.OR: In Dog’s Life Chapters 7-9, vex hybrid SnifferMyFeet donated his code to save Joel's life in exchange for the right to eat Etho's soul. Here's how that went down.
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