The General’s turquoise gaze could hardly leave your own as you shushed him. The fluffy, caramel-coloured doggy ears perk upward atop his head.

Why won’t you pet me? Just a little..

He seems sad, kneeling by your feet, nuzzling into your thighs with a soft, puppyish whine. The tail behind the man wags. After all, he was a little ashamed, for with you he could never be the tough general he wanted to be. He craved you too much.

I’ll be a good boy.. Gorou softly whimpers.