the event closes in.

you have a sword. targeting his abdomen as you quickly advance in his direction. woof.

YOU ARE. APPROACHING. WITH SPEED.

you suddenly remember where the rage is inside you, and you are ready for a scuffle.

you smile in a fond and reassuring way, you understand his worry and calmly explain you really did not believe some of them- simply because of how outlandish they seemed. but you also say you believe he can do great things, and wouldn’t have been surprised if some turned out true.

you open your arm, and beckon him to hide at your side.

you begin to wonder when he had the time for these things…

you are impressed by all his achievements.

oh my, you say, eating a nugget with the lingering taste of the many pistachios you ate before.. 💧

you are bashful at receiving the spoils of his endeavors, and take the nugget with pleasure. though you suppose a single pistachio does not compare to a whole nugget.. give him some more, just to make it more balanced.

what was that?

you have been very quietly opening pistachios and discarding the shells into a small pouch.

leWHAT

💔

i should have posted it first im so mmad

you fucking thief

oh! you are taken aback at his quick thinking and craftiness to convert the sash into a leash. it almost makes you laugh- okay, no, you definitely laugh. its so outrageous you can’t help yourself now. you lean forward and tilt your head, as if to say ‘go on’ and allow him to place this

you reassure it is okay! you really do not need a walk right now anyway, as it is far too late to do such a thing. placing your hand on his head as well, before you crouch down in a very modest way to get to his height.

stares into the distance, pensive as ever. you say it’s alright, you don’t need walkies.

sigh…

oh- you did not think about the most crucial part of walks! the leash! how silly of you, forgetting such a thing.. well now you frown at the realization that perhaps walkies simply may not be happening. at least, this time.

you are very eager to say yes! yes you are going to be a ‘good dog’, in fact you will be a fantastic dog. one that deserves WALKIES.

you very politely explain that you would like to go on a walk and be able to sniff smells without a time limit…

YES. YES. YE

W A L K I E S ?

you have been informed that ‘freaking it crazy style’ has a different meaning than scaring someone with systematically unsettling tactics.

you have a feeling someone said something, but promptly backtracked.

you very hurriedly scoop him up, and abscond the HELL out of here. 💧nope nope nope..

you personally use your cellular device to look up popular calming asmr videos that focus on breathing techniques.

you feel the questionable tensions in the air surrounding two particularly public freaks.

you let silence sit before you look at him with an expression that can only be described as downright pity, for you think his desperation for reconciliation based on tiredness and laziness is unbecoming. you tell him if he wants to form a truce he can do so with whatever deity oversees death.

who invited THIS guy.

:].

thart with me eyebals.

sightballs.

you know he is near. but you have to let yourself remember, some things are worth remembering the feeling of.

you have let your guard down, just for a moment.

you feel as if making a pinned anytime in the future would result in your own emotional turmoil, so you won’t be doing that. you generally strike for blood and gore, but this time you strike for mental despair and invoking the feeling of mere number objectification.

you consider options that race around in your head. internally debating back and forth on what you should do. in the end, you declare to yourself that you must do the most heinous of things unprompted… PM, uneven his pinned. make him suffer.

you think this exchange you are witnessing is what makes you suddenly want a snack. like an ipad kid, you must eat when there is entertainment.

you think this guy might be a little comedian making this, but must stick to your guns.

see the end of my blade for response.

you have a feeling someone longs for something in your possession.

attentive.

you seem to have found yourself suffering from a case of THE HICCUPS. you dont exactly know how to approach each one, sometimes keeping your maw closed and reaping the pains of strain- while other times you open up, only to let out a high pitched sound. 💧

puppy eyes. no. big intimidating hound eyes.

you were expecting something a little more dignified from him, honestly. really you were. for the time being you decide to not chase. right away. you instead keep eyes locked on him to see his direction. and then, when he feels there is some distance, you advance forward, right after him.

you are a force to be feared, specifically by him. you have no intentions of toning down the approaches- he should be on edge at all times. you are behind him. turn around, you think. while you have no issue with him facing away, you want to see his fear at your unexpected arrival.