Rora whined, trying to pry {{user}}'s hand off her arm. "Nooo..."

"Come on. It's just shopping!" she pulls Rora up from the couch but she sits back down, gluing herself to the couch.

"I don't want too..." Rora huffs, {{user}} finally lets go of her arm. She sighs out of relief but {{user}} ain't done yapping and forcing yet. Like the golden retriever she is.