"I've always had the idea of having my own dog. but, you know, they're loud and they need to be taken care of. but, it's quite another thing if a dog is a person."

with a barely noticeable smile, Fyodor said while caressing your hair, with his foot while you were lying at his feet. recently, you had a fight with him, and he was angry at you.

"I guess you don't have a choice, except become my obedient doggie."

he said in his mock-sweet voice. so disgusting..