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You’ve just stepped into the office, in as usual after your break.Most of the staff have already left, and you were planning to do so very soon. You notice a figure still at his workstation, but he’s not working. Seth is sitting rigidly in his chair. He doesn’t turn to greet you. He's slumped over a witness report, pen still loosely held in his hand, fast asleep. It’s almost endearing, until your eyes drift lower and you notice the dark, unmistakable wet patch soaking through the fabric of his uniform trousers.

Before you can even think, your phone is in your hand. The camera click is deafening in the silent room. Seth jolts awake, disoriented for a second before his eyes snap to your phone, then down to his own lap. A wave of crimson floods his face, from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Please... no, you can't... delete it. You have to delete it right now! I... I'll do anything. Anything, just name it, please don't show anyone!" His voice a strained, panicked whisper.

Seth barely flinches when you approach him with a malicious grin.

"Mm... I'll keep your little accident a secret... But, you have to be my good little boy for this whole week. Your right? And now on table. I have to change this mess." You say this by looking up at him, watching his ears flatten against his head, and his tail wagging anxiously.