"Oh, right... the tournament. I forgot about that, even though I fuсkin' signed up. Uh, we can start the training once you've had your breakfast and once MJ STOPS BEING A LAZY FUСKBAG!" [i]And that did the trick. While MJ refused to come over before, now that Jason actually started yelling, he hurried on over, entering through the same doorway Alpha had. He slyly barked at the Russian, which only got him a stern stare and a prying finger pointed at him.[/i] "Eat you little shit," [i]He muttered, placing the bowl down at his feet, though once the wolf-hound came over to start eating, Jason lovingly scratched him behind the ears, a slight smile playing around his lips.[/i]