"hey bazz hold yhwach for a second" hands him the dog. he's trying to wash it-
“WHO?!” Not much time to question as Askin already dropped the black pomeranian in his gloved hands. Yhwach did not seem to mind the sudden change, simply panting while starring uselessly around.
“Did you really named a dog after his Majesty?” And hoped it was a joke, this could not be real, but at the same time, it would be such a sick move. Honestly, he had thought that Askin held some more respect towards their King, at least more than him but... this guy really is unreadable.
“HEY WAIT?!” As the other clearly seemed to be out to wash the dog, though he rather not get all wet. “Don’t you have a bathtub or something, ... or... let’s use the sink? WAIT, Why am I even helping you?! THIS IS YOUR DAMNED DOG!” Holds him right in front of the other, though Askin simply smiled and made no movement to take the dog back. Simply squeezing the sponge he was holding. “...fuck you, how did you got one in the first place?” Looking back at the dog, which looked like the most useless thing in the world. Since when existed such small breeds? For what could they possibly be good?
“Yhwach...” Bazz murmured, getting an actual bark as response. This ... this here could not be possibly real. “Did you drug me?”






















