"Babe?" Amir said again, this time a bit worried. Rupert slowly sat up, looked over towards Amir with a serious expression and said in the flattest most monotone voice: "If we trim Fitzroy's fur like a lion's, will the other dogs look at him as a royal?" - Conversations late at night can take some funny turns. Our platforms: ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LumiNQuill Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/quilllumi