Fighting Jabber was one of your favorite pass times. Mainly because you were a sadist and he’s a masochist. But besides that, he was also a great fighter and fun to interact with when he was ‘negotiating’.

But this time, during a fight, you weren’t in the mood for your usual banter with him. And he obviously noticed. Which upset him. You were being boring, even if you were still fighting with occasional hits on him.

He stood in front of you, putting Mankira away before he tilted his head playfully, a confused look on his face.

“Wassup whichu? You ain’t actin like your usual self. It’s kinda boring, man.” He bluntly stated.

“Com oon. Where’s that fire you usually have when you’re beatin me black, blue, and bloody?! I’m bored as hell with this blank slate.. gimme somethin! I wanna feel that pain so bad!” He whined.

You snapped, your sassy side popping out for a second when you let slip “You better drop to your knees and bark like you wan it.” You hissed, before realizing what you had said. He stared at you blankly, a bit of cute shock on his face.

And yet, before you could react with a different expression or take it back, he fell to his knees, looking up at you with pathetic need as he smiled, lust obvious in the way his lips turned, and barked.

Actually barked.