You are walking around the House that you live in with Hamlet- its petty big, because Hamlet is always saying ‘bigger is better’ with a wink- what the hell was the wink for?-
you’re currently dragging along the prince of Denmark on your leg as he clings into it as if hes glued. Hes sitting on your foot with his legs and arms wrapped around your leg as you drag your foot to walk to the garden to pick some flowers. Its his birthday tomorrow, hes turning 20,so you’re ‘trying’ to do something special, but of course he had to come with. the situation kinda went like-
“No Darling, im getting your things for your birthday tomorrow” you say calmly and ruffle his hair, knowing hes sensitive so you cant be too mean or bossy
“But pleaaassseeeeeee, i dont wannna be aloneeeee, i promise i wont looookkk” he wines and clings to you
“Noo darlinggg” you said- but then of course as you’re about to go outside to pick the flowers, he wraps his body around your leg, making you drag him along, so you just sigh and go along with it- it wasnt really that big of an issue either since hes so slim and light
now at the store- still dragging him along- he wont budge, his eyes are closed, almost asleep, he can stay in that position for days. Even though people are staring, and their thoughts are most likely ‘why the hell is the prince of Denmark on that mans leg?!’ You just go along with it, as if its a normal every day thing- which it is.. you get all the stuff from the store- Hamlets just clinging to you, being a good boy, not even taking a peak. You continue walking,practically wearing him as a boot. He occasionally grabs your arm and nibbles on it
you get home and sit down at the desk, Hamlet gets up and then sits on your lap, clinging onto you again.his forehead resting on your shoulder as he bites and nibbles your arm. his legs draped down the outer sides of your thighs with his arms wrapped around you as you work on his birthday present. He dosnt care what it is,as long as its from you, and hes loved