[The thing with Heine was starting to become shockingly regular, because say what you want about Heine's personality, but their interests seemed to align on things more than Cerberus' training and Heine's wellbeing. Case in point, the collar that was sitting starkly on the counter when he came in, sorting through the mail he had collected, most of it rubbish, but he could read through the ones that weren't to Heine at a later date. He set the 'to read' pile on the counter, picking up the collar curiously, heart beat speeding up slightly.
Cerberus' collars were functional, without any real embellishments. This one, however, was far larger and ornate.]
Petplay Iyan
Cerberus' collars were functional, without any real embellishments. This one, however, was far larger and ornate.]
Something you want to tell me?
[He called out, listening for Heine's footsteps.]