Zechs is obviously obsessed with the cute Rubber Duckie (er) spirit. But what if he also made friends with the canine that shared his namesake? Sparked by Relena Peacecraft-san... well... here's the first four takes.
TAKE ONE: MILLIARD? TREIZE's PET?
Yep. Break from normality? I began to start putting pets on Treize. I could just see him with cute things.
Milliard: You mean I am a pet too?
Zechs (the dog): Arf! (transl.: I think so yah.)
Milliard: I don't understand a bark you say.
Zechs: Arf! Arf! (transl.: Good! I still get to keep my head then.)
TAKE TWO: OH! I UNDERSTAND YOU!!
Milliard: Zechs...
Zechs (the dog): Arf? (transl.: Yeah?)
Milliard: How come I understand your language?
Zechs: Arf?! (transl.: Really?)
Milliard: Yeah. You understand me quite well too.
Zechs: *ponders a moment* Arf!!!! (transl.: Holy cow! I *do* understand what you say.)
Milliard: Oh well.
Zechs: Arf, arf! (transl.: BTW, what is that on your butt?)
Milliard: Huh? What?!
Zechs: Arf!!! *howl* Arf!! (transl.: It's a g****** tail!!)
Milliard: Oh well. It's the tail that they use for the Donkey game. I dunno it's still on me. Very humiliating *plucks the fake tail away*
Zechs: Arf. (transl.: Oh I thought...)
Treize looks curiously from the kitchen door at the two, barking at each other.
TAKE THREE: WHERE'S MY SCUZZY BABY?
Zechs (the dog): Arf... (transl.: Didja see my scuzzy baby?)
Milliard: Which one?
Zechs: Arrrf (transl.: As if I got a lot?!)
Milliard: Dunno.
Zechs: Aa... Arf!! (transl.: Don't tell me...)
Both (in their respective languages): TREIZE!
TAKE FOUR: GRANDMA'S COOKING IS THE BEST!
Milliard: *licks fingers* Mm... Pocky is nice.
Zechs (the dog): Arf (transl.: What is pocky?)
Milliard: *shoves Pocky* Here. Try one.
Zechs: arFFF!! (transl.: Eep, it's too sweet!)
Milliard: You got sweet tooth?
Zechs: Arf. (transl.: Not used to sweets) *shakes head indignantly* Arff arff arf! (transl.: I saaay. The best are always home made though, not too sweet and not too much of everything.)
Milliard: Really? What things did your grandma make for you?
Zechs: Arf.. arf arf arrrrrf arf! (transl.: Loads of stuff. Bone Barberque, Sweet and Sour Bone, Bone Pudding, Marrow sandwiches, Bone Pies, Bone Meringue.)
Milliard: Lord help me.
Zechs: *tilts head to one side* Arf? Arf? (transl.: You don't like?)
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