Jack and London had a bad day. The kind of day when they follow each other around getting in trouble for the same things, sulk in corners together, boycott naps together, and are in a generally foul mood.
Until Jack decided to unbutton his shirt and London didn't have any buttons.
Then London had to figure out a way to one up him.
Once Jack voluntarily caged himself, London's plan became clear. Condescension. All he had to do was treat Jack as a tamed, caged animal. Feed him treats, poke him, and laugh.
It worked, and strangely enough their foul moods began to clear within an hour.
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