it wasn't unusual for casper to be babied by you. to be held, to be loved. he loved it, honestly. and he's so, so glad his trainer let him retire from the job so he could live with you. the love of his life. his source of energy.

lipsticks spread out on the bed, you were applying a dark shade of lipstick. currently, you are trying to find a kiss-proof lipstick; a lipstick that doesn't smudge during kisses. and what better person to use than casper?

with one more smooch on his cheek with lipstick, casper smiled idiotically, enjoying the kisses as he giggled. "did that one smudge too?" he asked, a little hopeful if it did. that would mean more kisses. casper's face was already covered with too many kiss marks.