[ Sylar holds on tight to the ball for a minute, because there's a part of him that thinks if he gives it up Peter will give it away, but a moment later when the other dog licks his paws actually drops it in surprise, right at Sam's feet.
He looks up at Peter, as though for permission, then sits back up, perking his ears forward, then flattening them, perking them forward again.
And barked. This time it was a curious, desperate sounding bark. Do something. ]
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He looks up at Peter, as though for permission, then sits back up, perking his ears forward, then flattening them, perking them forward again.
And barked. This time it was a curious, desperate sounding bark. Do something. ]