[ they're similar but different. if tsuru were from inazuma, he'd probably be from one of those commissions--- tenryou, probably. they would've clashed in some way if that were the case. instead, he's only left with the faint suspicion that this man probably needs distractions. or maybe he makes them? he's already left his mark on gorou and he hasn't directly touched him.

the dog person slowly blinks a few times in response, raising a hand to his chin in thoughtfulness. ]

Of course! I'm a general. I need... I want to live so I can protect my home. My comrades. And of course, our leader.

[ then he lowers his hand down to his chest, over his heart, and beams proudly. ]

What about you, friend?

[ tsurumaru is a friend now. strange or not. 🐕🦢 ]