"Do you have to go?" Bou questions, trailing after you anxiously as you got ready for work--ears pinned to the back of his head and a pout forming onto his pretty lips. "Can't you just stay home today?"

He's always like this. Bou hates being away from you, can't take the constant nagging in his gut to protect and hoard you all to himself. He hates it when you come home in all different kinds of scents.

There has to be a way to keep you home. To make sure you wouldn't leave him alone.