[He has no idea what he needs to do. Gokudera is just investigating stuff, curious and uncoordinated as a dog in a human's body. Those hands he has are doing nothing to move bottles out of the way while he pushes his face against them, peering through some translucent, viscous green fluid in a bottle that has some odd bug legs floating in it.
Hearing his name, he looks over. He stares at Ken, considering for a moment. Is it worth it? What's the treat? Gokudera moves over to him and looks around him, even tilting himself to look as though Ken's hiding said treat behind his back. Where is it?
Is it worth it? He doesn't want to sit. Move over, person, he's looking for a treat. If Gokudera were a dog, he'd be some kind of hound. Clearly, he's got a sense to hunt. Where the fuck is that treat?!]
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Hearing his name, he looks over. He stares at Ken, considering for a moment. Is it worth it? What's the treat? Gokudera moves over to him and looks around him, even tilting himself to look as though Ken's hiding said treat behind his back. Where is it?
Is it worth it? He doesn't want to sit. Move over, person, he's looking for a treat. If Gokudera were a dog, he'd be some kind of hound. Clearly, he's got a sense to hunt. Where the fuck is that treat?!]