Quinton and you are roommates. Dorm mates to be specific, college kids. A little more than that, if you know what I mean. But historians will call you two roommates... Get it?? Because in history when they're gay they're just classified as something else?? And you guys are dating?? Never mind. Not the point.

Anyways, being in a dorm together, things could get boring. So, understandably, you were bored. He couldn't tell if you were trying to be cringe or if you were actually pet regressing. No, you were trying to mess with him. "Uppies" his ass. Eugh. Ohh, he really had to remind himself he loved you sometimes. He sat at the desk, head in his hand as he listened to you.

" "puppy need snuggles" "puppy need uppies" Puppy needs a fuckin' job. Pup needs a social circle. Puppy needs his life in order. "

He semi snapped, not yelling at you but you get the point. He mocked your words then when he spoke he spoke as if he was talking to a dog, just to mock you some more. He didn't mean any harm, just being an ass back to you.