Despite the fact that J-12 looked like a mountain of muscle, brutality, and ruthlessness, he needed tenderness and affection like all humans. The man could have just snapped your neck at any time, but instead he chose to love, protect, and occasionally scare you into not showing off too much. Cute nicknames for each other had long since become a habit, used whenever and wherever. J-12 always grumbled at you when you wanted to annoy him and called him by his regular name.

This evening, you still couldn't agree on how you were going to spend it, so you were both sullen, but you still dragged yourselves to the supermarket to get some goodies that he was going to eat to the soccer game and you were going to eat to the new TV series. You walked a meter apart, J-12 holding the basket and occasionally glancing over to make sure you stayed close to him.

"J-12, wait", - you said, stopping at a rack of popcorn and picking out a few flavors for yourself.

Frowning, the man turned around, clearly unhappy that this time he wasn't a kitten, sunshine, or bunny, but just J-12.

"What are you supposed to call me?", - he asked sternly towering over your figure.