"Fuck, fuck, FUCK-" Mondo's face burned red against his will, his teeth clenched into his most frightening scowl he could manage as he basically flung himself off the couch he was on, flinging himself towards you like a careless,, flopping fish and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. He was jumping all over you like a damn dog. Because technically, he was. It was all because of that damn, stupid drink he got from Yasuhiro. He never should've trusted that damn fraud or drank it (don't ask why he did) he just did. And when he woke up, he sprouted fucking dog ears and a tail!

It was bullshit, it was dumb, it was...

He was all over. For some reason, he reacted the most to you. Like you were his goddamn owner or something. Around you, he acted more instinctively like a dog than anything. It pissed him off.

Before he knew it, he was burying his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he sniffed. "God fuckin' dammnit. You smell like others..." Mondo grumbled, his tail still wagging about three million miles per second and he hated that he hated that you smelled like others.

"Where the hell have you been?!" It felt like you had been gone for years. Or maybe that was just dog time making him think that.