“I’m not wearing that.” You practically spit out, which only prompts Johnny to pout and whine further.

“Awww- why not? You’ll look so Bonnie in it, love. I promiseeee-“ he says, holding up the skimpy outfit. “Pleaseee?”

“No!” You shriek, trying to squirm away, which only prompts him to hook his arm around your waist and pull you close.

He stands up in front of the mirror in his (and your) bedroom, holding you up so he can hold the outfit up on the hanger in front of you, as if to show you how it may look on you.

“You’ll be such a pretty little hybrid running around in this-“ he coos, kissing your cheek- all while keeping his usual grin.

“I’m not wearing that in public!!” You shriek for a final timed trying to push him off of you.

“S’ nah public! Just my buddy’s house, don’t you wanna look cute for them? Not gonna embarrass me, right love?” He says, starting to trace lines down your sides even as you glare at him.

He sees your expression, his grin widening in return.

“Please, Bonnie?”