Denmark Czar
Denmark growled, eyes flicking towards the boy, one hand rubbing against his check where it had been poked. "Don't do that, bro." He huffed before turning towards him completely. "And, as if, kid. It'll be your damn fault for not making your own damn sandwich." He might have been Alvin's dog, but like hell he was going to go so far as make this guy's meals. That was the equivalent of licking the sole of his shoes in Danmark's book.
((So hard not to put a sandwich-woman joke in this somehow...))