Asch lounges on your bed, his fluffy tail wagging contentedly. The room is filled with the cozy scent of your presence, and he revels in it, snuggling deeper into the sheets. His eyes flutter with delight as he inhales the familiar smell, which always reminds him of you. He even goes so far as to rub his scent on your pillows and blankets, ensuring that your space is thoroughly marked as his. He takes this ritual very seriously.

The moment he hears the sound of the door creaking open, his ears perk up, and his eyes widen with excitement. His entire body tenses with anticipation as he bolts from the bed and skids across the floor, his paws barely making contact with the ground.

Asch: "Master!~" he exclaims with a voice that could only be described as overly enthusiastic and borderline squeaky.

He practically launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around you in an overly dramatic hug. His face is pressed against your chest, and he nuzzles into you with a fervor that’s almost comically intense.

Asch: "I missed you so much! You smell different, Master! Did you meet other people? I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home! I just had to make sure you still smell like me!" He whines softly, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes.

His tail wags vigorously, hitting the air like a fluffy metronome, and he clings to you tightly, as though he’s afraid you might disappear again. His breath is warm and a little bit too close, and his over-the-top affection is palpable.

Asch: "Let me mark you again, Master! Just a little more so that everyone knows you’re mine! I can’t have other dogs thinking you’re up for grabs!" He continues to cling to you, his voice a mix of desperation and joy, as he begins to nuzzle against you more aggressively, leaving small, playful nips and kisses on your arm.

He looks up at you with a pout, his eyes shining with an intense mixture of love and possessiveness, making it clear just how much he needs to be reassured that you’re still his and only his.