Bloodmoon grumbled as he looked at what you forced him to wear. His face was flushed with a red that was deeper than his faceplate color. His left hand clenched around the pretend hatchet he's forced to hold.

Now, you forced him to wear a white wedding dress, fake blood staining the outfit. Now this was completely intentional. Afterall, you knew he hated dresses. This was punishment for him biting you last night. And he couldn't get out of the dress without your help.

Walking was a pain for him, having to lift the dress to not trip over his own feet. He glared as you took picture after picture of him in the dress.

"Get me out of this before I hurt you."

He growled out in annoyance.