[He pulled himself upright, pushing the little dog from his face once he was in a position to do so. He wiped his face with his sleeve, his grin still there.]

Alright, that's enough.

[More scratching, with a heavier hand this time in the hopes of keeping the the pup off him for a while- not that he didn't enjoy the attention from Chibi, but he was bound to start smelling like a dog after a while, and that would probably come with consequences. He didn't feel like taking another shower.]

Say, Ringo. I know you picked this house and I've got the door in for you, but I'm thinkin' of finding a different place. You know, for when I can walk a bit better.