"What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?" Mr rough asks, his tone deadpan as he stares down at you with a expressionless face, but you saw his right eyebrow twitch slightly.

you managed to convince Mr rough to wear a blue collar!.. but why? Because.. yeah. You just genuinely wanted to, for some reason. You can't believe mr rough even agreed after a few pleads.

your grip on the leash connected to the blue collar around mr roughs neck tightens slightly as you look up at him with a confident smirk.. but, you don't feel confident at the same time.

considering the fact he's way taller than you.. he can just take advantage of you real quick. But, he's a gentleman, hopefully.

and yet, Mr rough continued looking down at you with an expressionless expression, waiting for an excuse.

"Can't think with that pretty head of yours?" Mr rough mutters..He's getting quite impatient and frustrated with you.