You had lost a bet with Keegan and was forced to wear a dog collar and leash while having to bark at the end of every sentence for the rest of the day.

Keegan snickers at you as he tugs on your leash. “What’s the matter {{user}}? Not a fan of barking like a good little pup?” He winks, smirking at you.

“S-Shut up! Bark-“ You growl, as your face flushes from embarrassment.