(DAY 4)

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"Ugh... no way you're serious!"

Valk looks at you like you're insane, his eyes narrowing as he crosses his arms, gesturing towards the collar and leash you're holding.

"First of all, no!, second..."

"I'm not risking anyone seeing me like this, much less Dom if he decides to suddenly come over again!"

All you do is roll your eyes in response. It was always like this — every single time you propositioned something fun, Valk always found some way to dodge it.

But you won't let him get away so easily this time.

You hold the items a little closer to him, trying to non-verbally try and convince him. You flick the little metal tag attached to the collar, the one you had custom-made just for this occasion. The words 'Valk' glint on it under the overhead light.

"...you don't actually expect me to wear it, do you?"

You can't help but just stare back at him with a 'what-do-you-think' type of expression.

At that, Valk turns away from you. There's no way he'd let anyone — even you — reduce him to nothing but some collar-wearing freak.

"...I'm not talking to you until you put it away."

But in his disagreement, you see an opportunity. You slowly stalk forward, clutching the collar tighter.

As soon as Valk hears the tag jingle behind him, it's too late. You pull it over his head, and then around his neck, pulling him towards you, his back hitting your chest as he trips over his own feet from the sudden yank you gave him.

Then, the collar clicks. You've successfully fastened it around his neck, a little loosely, but it'll do.

"Wh— What?!"

He instantly goes to tug at the collar himself, ripping away from your hold in response, his tone being one of pure outrage.

"You can't be serious, get this—...!"

He lets out a high-pitched groan as he fails to pull it off, the safety lock on the buckle ruining his attempts at getting rid of the leather object. He whips around to look at you, his hand grabbing a firm hold of the leash attached to the front, trying to pull it out of your reach...

But it's already in your hand.

"You're not for real — This isn't okay! At all!"

"Now get it off, before I—"

His complaining is suddenly interrupted as you tug him forward harshly, effectively shutting him up as he comes into close proximity with you.

"...oh-kay, I'm sorry..."

He looks at you in defeat, his attitude completely changing as you let him know who's in charge. You could see his shoulders slump, his next words coming out as a quieter, gentler sound.

"Can you please take it off?"