[Diarmuid's arms and lap are pretty full of puppy too, so he just returns the nuzzle, settling closer to Cu Chulainn on the bench. For a moment he closes his eyes, the statement causing something to feel odd in his head, but the feeling passes quickly enough he doesn't really dwell on it.]
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[Diarmuid's arms and lap are pretty full of puppy too, so he just returns the nuzzle, settling closer to Cu Chulainn on the bench. For a moment he closes his eyes, the statement causing something to feel odd in his head, but the feeling passes quickly enough he doesn't really dwell on it.]
So what will we name our puppies, brother?