ᴮ̲ᴬ̲ᴰ̲   𓃦   𝕸ₒₒ𝓃ꪶ𝔦𝕘𝒽ᵗ.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ᴬ 𝖂̲ᵉ𝚛ₑ𝓌𝔬͜ꪶ𝑓、 ⠀⠀⠀ₙₒₜ a 𝓰olden ⠀⠀⠀𝕣etriever … 𓃥 ⠀

if you are hungry i can make you nice things but fingers are a bit raw.ᐟ and not very filling are you sure ¿

always grumpy and looming doom

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ sniffing the air , nose wrinkled . 𝘩𝘮𝘱𝘩 . how does the other even eat that ? he prefers his dinner a bit more . . . 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 . ⠀

are you like a zombie? no wait—— a wolf! they like to eat meat. or maybe you're just a weirdo? <—— completely serious.

ㅤ ㅤnow i'm a father and i have to be sober and make gOoD dEcIsIoNs 🙄 ㅤ

“You’re barking all these orders, why don’t you come over here and help me out?” She tilts her head, a teasing grin spreading across her face.

Shaking her head. “Come on,” she’s walking off the bus and waits outside for him.

Listening to his suggestions, she grabs a few different things to try on and carries them over to the bed, dropping them into a pile. “Okay,” she says with a grin as she shimmies out of her leggings. “I’ll start with the skirts.” She picks up a simple black one to begin with.

Clicking her tongue. That's disgusting. She's not even bothered to reply, the singer turns around and leaves, leaving the door open. In hopes of pissing him off.

She's not scared of him. She has seem worse. And at the end, he's just eating some raw burger meat. She huffed. ˋˋ You stink. ˊˊ

She nodded. “Alright, then. Let’s go.” She stood up. “I’d rather not risk you deciding to make a meal out of me.”

“You sly dog,” she teases. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen her, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She opens her closet. “What are we thinking? A skirt… a dress… or pants?”

She wipes her hand on her pants and shakes her head. “Wanna go get some real food?” she asks. Anything would be better than him trying to eat her.

Her eyes fluttered closed beneath the gentle press of his lips against her jaw. A soft hum escaped her as she melted into the sensation. “Mm… would you mind helping me pick an outfit for tonight?”

She feels like this is one of those things that she shouldn't have seen. Her face is showing clear disgust.

Magic isn’t normal for him? Don’t worry she’s not going to take it. She knows better since she owns a snow leopard back at the castle. Staying a far distance from him so he can enjoy his steak.

Her eyes widen as he grabs her fingers and shoves them into his mouth. She jerks her hand back. “Hey—” Her face twists with disgust. “Stop it.” For one terrifying moment, she thinks he’s going to bite her fingers off.

She would nod at that. At least he didn’t say no this time. Smiling, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, happy to know that he would consider it.