Just imagining making him ride a replica of your cock, but it just isn’t the same!
And of course you have to whip him for not using his toy “correctly”
-boykisser
Beautiful idea, him huffing and puffing, bouncing up and down on the faux cock. His thighs quivering while his chest bounces with the force of his own thrusts. You are happily lounging above him, a short whip in had for you to lazily cover his back in deep red marks. By now he can hardly remember what he's doing wrong or if this is a punishment or reward. All he can think of is how much colder the toy is than your cock and how desperately he wants your touch. He's so wet and stretched out, but without your touch he knows he cannot cum, in part because he's not allowed to touch his puffy, aching clit. Kicking his clit when he finally stops, endurance finally broken after hours of fucking himself in front of you, watching him scream and spasm like a man possessed. Even then, it is not over, now you can easily flip him into whatever position you wanted without him having any hope of resisting(though he'd never dare to) while you pump his pussy full of your cum, pinching his now-sore clit to keep him awake and crying for you.
Hi! (And happy holidays!) I just wanted to inquire a bit about your drawing process. Particularly how manage to get so much work done? I read on one of your posts and how you mentioned working full time and then I reread "You're so Cool" (which is still amazing btw) again and I thought "Fuck, where did he find the time and energy for this? I can barely muster up energy for warm ups after an 8 hour shift+ commute. It's inspiring really . Any tips you'd be willing to share if any? (Any advice will help really, Ive been struggling through the self teaching process for a good year now)
Hello! And thank you! I hope you're having a good end of the year too.
I get a lot of work done - and still not as much as I'd like - because I've spent a while thinking about how to best do that, and arranging my life to enable it. Art is my main priority, but the idea of it just happening is bullshit. Maybe it does if you've got rich parents or are far enough into a career and earning residuals so you can set your own schedule and fill your days how you want and creativity is a relaxing organic experience (doubt it, willing to investigate if anyone wants a trophy husband), but most of us can't do that. I have a horrible job and need a structure, and it might help you too.
I did a lot of the inking on You're So Cool while I was at the end of recovering from surgery, but that was unusual. It was great, I felt pretty good and I was doing 3 to 4 pages per day. It slowed down a lot when I went back to work.
I currently work eight hour days (technical writer), plus about two hours unnecessary commute (it used to be a WFH job lol) so it eats 50 hours per week. It comes easily to me and I needed health insurance for surgery, I don't like or care about it. There are jobs where the level of emotional disengagement I have reached is not possible, I prefer it so I can put the energy into art. I work 7am to 3pm - I leave around 6am (ten minutes after rolling out of bed), but I'm home and in the shower by 4pm. This gives me a lot more evening, as I usually go to bed around midnight.
Before this, I had a wretched decade that ended in depression. I did almost nothing for years, partly due to shitty circumstances, and coming out of it cemented the idea that I needed to be very proactive. I want an art career again - and this might not work out for me, who knows, the point is I'm trying. Someone who wants to carve out more time to spend on a hobby may be less intense.
There's a lot of advice around about balance, being kind to yourself, seasons/breaks, etc. I don't think they're wrong, but they apply to the "forgiving yourself for not doing" bit. My goal is to do things, I care a lot about what I'm doing and I'm happiest when actually doing it. How do I improve that? Not by taking a break, I was taking a break and it made me fucking miserable. Forgiving myself for not doing art wasn't solving my problem of I am not doing art and I want to.
The following system works for me. You could try it out - it's easy to start, you don't need anything for it, you could be on your way in half an hour. And before you go any further: do not turn maintaining the system into a task in itself. Making a list is a step towards doing, but do not turn the list into the doing. Do not spend weeks looking for the perfect app/planner or setting up elaborate colour coding and making it pretty. Stay basic. The art is the point.
I have a text file for the year with a list of goals. Some are creative, some are personal, some are practical. I add and remove throughout the year, and every month I look through that list and use it to make a list of things for the month (in the same text file). There are things on the month list that didn't make the master list, like painting glow in the dark eyes all over a jacket or filing my taxes.
Each week I write a list out in a physical planner - what can I do this week towards the month goals (plus other life stuff)? Every night before I go to bed I look at this list and write out a to-do list for the next day on scrap paper - what steps can I do towards the week goals? What else do I need to do tomorrow?
For example, the breakdown for You're So Cool looked like:
Year level task: draw You're So Cool
Month level tasks: thumbnails, pencils, inks, colour, scan and process, send for print (not all in one month)
Week level tasks: pencil 10 pages, choose a printer, test ink/inkwash to decide paper/look
Day level tasks: pencil page 4 and 5, get quotes from the two printer websites, check paper/tape and make list of supplies needed
The day list has the most unrelated items, like cleaning the shower or going to the post office. Knowing what I'm doing helps me plan. I can adjust if something comes up (maybe I decide to go out with friends).
The point of these lists isn't to torture myself, it's to get things done. I move things around, I delete and add. I just finished rolling over the stuff I didn't get to this year into the 2026 text file and a few things got shelved or removed. I didn't hit all of my 2025 goals, but I did some stuff I didn't plan on too. The year list can be ambitious, keeping potential projects/goals visible, but the month/week/day lists should be increasingly realistic.
After a few years, I've got a good idea of what I can do. I know my speed and capacity - do you know yours? Aim low at first, go for some easy wins. Do not best-case-scenario this because most days are not best case scenarios. If I have time and energy to do an extra page, that feels ten times better than biting off more than I can chew and choking.
I tape all my comic pages up next to my desk. I want to keep what I'm doing in my mind as much as possible - it often stops me from wasting time, because there's a whole wall of stuff right there I'd actually rather do! I have a text file full of random art ideas that I look at when I'm at a loose end or sulking too.
This morning I pulled some penciled paintings that have been stacked on my shelf for ages taped them to my wall. I want to do them, I'm a bit annoyed I didn't make time for them this year - now they're right there. I'm thinking about them.
I guess my whole approach is recognising things that aren't contributing to being the person and artist I want to be and changing them. Derailing a bad habit/mindset/spiral/distraction works best when you've got something else to switch to, preferably quickly and easily.
It's incremental too; the massive sudden overhaul won't usually stick long term because it ignores your whole life outside that one thing. You are here because of your whole life, and cramming art into it as-is isn't working well. You can change your life to make room - but not overnight. There isn't a shortcut, unfortunately. If there was, I would never shut up about it. I can tell you that the long way feels less arduous and you appreciate and enjoy the journey more and more as you claw back your time and energy.
If you don't have the energy for warm ups right now, don't do warm ups. Do what you actually feel excited about and the energy will start to come. What gives you that little spark of enjoyment? And be honest with yourself - what do you actually want to do, right now? Not what you want to want to do or think you should be doing. I wish I wanted to thumbnail a pretty heavy NewOldRare script right now, but I don't. The past few months have been hard and I'm feeling kinda low, so I'll probably make some teeth or paint sketchcards. I've got multiple projects and lots of little things, I can switch for a break when I get stuck or out of sorts. This has helped me get faster at recovering, because inactivity makes a feedback loop for me.
I got back into drawing/writing after a long break because what I had energy to come home from an awful job and work on was Reservoir Dogs fanart/fanfic. Not the comics ideas I'd been neglecting for years. I sat on my childhood bed in a city I hated, drank gin, listened to music, and drew an absolute fuckload of fanart. I wrote a lot of fanfic too, some of it on my phone at work. What I couldn't post on tumblr, I texted to friends who were interested in horny sketches of Quentin Tarantino characters. None of this was "useful" in a direct way like making portfolio pieces or putting together a book pitch, but it was more than I'd done for seven miserable years.
After about six months of that, I started to shift to original work. I didn't have an epiphany or a huge emotional turning point, I just got back into the habit of making something until it was coming naturally, the way it used to. Start with low pressure stuff. Finish some pieces - and don't start big things you aren't sure you can finish. Find other people who are doing creative things because it winds up being contagious.
Self-teaching is different for everyone. After resources and practice, my final step is always a project I care about. Seeing how you want to use this new skill in your own work is the whole point. Don't bore yourself!
A side effect of all this is that I now feel pretty good about myself, and being honest about what I can do has bled over into other areas of my life. I'm doing more, it's getting easier. I can read my own emotions better and know when to push through a bad mood and when to step away. Seeing other artists succeeding doesn't make me feel as much like I'm failing any more - and I have failed, a lot.
I'm not anything special, just a stubborn middle-aged man who won't quit. You can do it! It's worth the effort!
Hi hi it's my first time requesting.. and like I'm feeling pretty angsty and bad rn 😞 I was wondering if u cud make smth similar to ur previous fic oh yjh x reader x sp? But like sp instead showers us and just cheers us up after we feel pretty left out and abandoned by everyone so we just go away from the others, and a sprinkle of jealous yjh or kdj (or both :) but u decide!!)
not so alone.
secretive plotter x reader;
slight kdj x reader & yjh x reader
warnings: angst with a happy ending
w.c: 2k
a.n: hi beautiful and precious anon! i'm sorry to hear that you're going though a rough time. i'm really happy to have you here visiting my blog, and i hope this fic will lift your spirits a bit (it's like "brilliant star", as requested) ♡ sending love
Once again, you were alone.
Kim Dokja, Yoo Sangah, and Han Sooyoung were in an animated discussion over something as they "watched" over the children, a bug boy and beast girl that threatened to tear each other apart without the adults' notice. Despite the rivalry, their bickering always held an undercurrent of care.
Lee Hyunsung was bumbling his way through a not-date with Jung Heewon. She was most certainly aware, but gained more amusement from pretending otherwise.
Gong Pildu had left to attend to some personal matters. Your sponsor hadn't sent you so much as a word all day.
Even the stoic and reserved bastard, Yoo Joonghyuk, had allowed himself to be dragged away by his very enthusiastic student. Lee Seolhwa observed them with a relaxed smile.
Which left you.
The loneliness was a familiar cold that settled deep in your bones, a chill that never went away. It was a toss up if you felt more isolated or abandoned this time.
You glanced at the tightly-knit groups of conversation. Left out, it was definitely left out.
For some reason, your eyes smarted, a wetness gathering on your lower lashes. You thought maybe it would be better to be abandoned, to be left behind, because this, this exclusion of your presence, felt like a slap in the face.
Well. If they would ignore you, then you would be the first to leave. Before they could leave you for good.
The streets were quiet. You shouldered your pack with no idea where you were headed.
"Why did I think this was a good idea," you mumbled. Life in the apocalypse was hard enough with companions—it was downright treacherous alone.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is tired of this expression on your face.]
Ah...there he was. At last.
Your face darkened. "Go away, then, if it bothers you."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is confused.]
Any other day, you might have tried a clever response or jab in return, but today was not your day. The plotter was unaware of your depressing thoughts, and you would not be the one to enlighten him.
You lumbered on in silence.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' apologizes for his words.]
You stopped in your tracks. Sure he was your sponsor, but did a constellation just apologize to you? An extremely powerful and mysterious constellation, at that.
"Uh, it's fine," you said, flustered. "I'm just...not feeling it today."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is wondering what might lift your spirits.]
A new set of friends that care, you thought wearily. Out loud, you said, "Something grand. Like a plate of omakase, or a luxury handbag. Or maybe a sports car."
You gave a small smile at something so ludicrous, because this was the middle of an apocalypse, for goodness sake—
POOF!
"...What the hell?!"
Your arm was heavy with a stiff handbag, and a metal rattled inside as you shook it. You smoothed a hand over the ivory crocodile skin, acutely aware of the status of this iconic tote.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' hopes you enjoy sampling the premium sushi in your new ride.]
You blinked at the message, when a cherry red color caught your eye—parked in the street behind you was a two-seat Ferrarigini. Your mouth dropped open.
"This is too much," you said faintly. Did he want something in return?
Your traitorous feet carried you to the car, and you noted the huge, neatly wrapped box resting in the passenger seat. A pair of chopsticks were laid on top.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is glad that you like the gifts.]
"I don' wan' 'em," you said, cheeks already stuffed with nigiri. "Take 'em back."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is amused.]
You popped some of the uni in your mouth and nearly moaned in delight. Where did he even get this? Did the Japanese constellations have a master chef among the stars? You cleared out another row, the soft texture melting in your mouth. "Just feed me from now on, and I'll be plenty satisfied."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that can be arranged.]
"What—" you blanched. "No, I didn't really mean it. I know you're my sponsor, but should you be doing all of this?"
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is ignoring your protests.]
A wider smile settled loose on your face. "Well, at least take back the handbag. It's gorgeous...but a bit impractical for fighting."
You sighed internally at parting with such a bag; if this world hadn't fallen into ruin, then people would have to pry that beauty from your cold, dead hands.
There was a flash. The bag disappeared as something heavier weighed on your shoulder. You now possessed a sturdy hiking pack, much sturdier than the one you previously purchased from the Dokkaebi Bag back in the third scenario.
You considered asking the plotter to exchange the car for black, but decided it didn't matter. A noisy sports car would attract more attention than the red would, anyway. And the red was cute.
"Thank you. I do feel better now."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' likes to see you happy.]
Something hot and pleasant dropped in your stomach.
The relationship between you and your sponsor wasn't exactly normal, as the others so often pointed out. Most of them mentioned it teasingly, but Kim Dokja always spoke about it in a tight voice, and his unease was more than enough to make you cautious.
But that caution crumbled bit by bit as the plotter cemented himself as the only willing and steady presence in your life.
You sat in the driver's seat of the Ferrarigini, propping your legs above the wheel. Another flash dropped a second wrapped box in your lap, this one bound in red silk with ribbons of gold.
"I'm going to turn into a spoiled brat," you said in giddy disbelief.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is glad to spoil his brilliant incarnation.]
"The 'brat' part remains to be seen, then." A laugh bubbled from your chest, warm from the praise.
You carefully unwrapped the box to reveal rows of chocolates. Perfectly marbled, smooth chocolates. You hurriedly tasted a milky brown one, and this time, a sound really did leave your throat as the decadent sweet met your tongue.
In the center of the box was a heart-shaped chocolate, a deep red like your new car. It was unique from the others. Just as you reached for it, the air crackled with status.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is warning you not to eat that one now!]
"Why not?"
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that it is meant to be shared with someone more deserving of you.]
Your brow wrinkled in confusion. "'More deserving of me'? What do you—"
"Why are you lazing around in a luxury car?"
The harsh voice made you flinch. Yoo Joonghyuk strolled up to the driver's side, grabbing the car door as he looked down at you.
"There's nothing else to do," you hedged. It wasn't untrue. The next scenario wasn't for another week, and already, everyone had done enough to prepare.
Yoo Joonghyuk's scowl deepened as he noticed the chocolates. He froze at the sight of your two backpacks. "Explain," he said.
"...I was going to gather items."
['Yoo Joonghyuk' has determined that your words are false.]
Damn him and his 'Lie Detection'. You glimpsed the alarm on Yoo Joonghyuk's face before a message pinged in front of you.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' wants his incarnation to find people worth her time.]
Yoo Joonghyk's expression went dark. The car door creaked under his fingertips. "What."
"Ah—"
"You found her."
Kim Dokja emerged and you gaped at him, dumbfounded. Were they searching for you?
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, trailing off upon seeing the chocolates.
You got out of the car, pushing aside Yoo Joonghyuk, and grabbed the nearest backpack. It rattled. Your hand revealed a set of car keys.
The three of you looked at each other in uncomfortable silence.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is annoyed by the crowded screen.]
"I wasn't far," you said, ignoring your sponsor's words.
Kim Dokja squinted at you, and, not for the first time, you felt uncomfortably exposed under his gaze. Sometimes it felt like he knew your thoughts—knew you—almost better than you knew yourself. Not in the sense that you were predictable, but more as if he had studied you. Intimately. You couldn't help but fix your attention on the distant buildings instead.
"Let's head back," he murmured. Warm hands settled around your arms to guide you.
You escaped his hold. "I'm fine right here."
Kim Dokja jerked like you'd burned him. His mouth opened, at a loss for words. It was rare to see him so speechless.
"Where did you get this stuff?" asked Kim Dokja.
"Her sponsor, no doubt," said Yoo Joonghyuk snidely.
Something intensified in Kim Dokja's face. "Is that true? Did the Secretive Plotter give you these things?"
"I—"
"We should burn them."
Your irritation focused on the interrupting regressor. How awfully rude, to speak as if you weren't even there.
"Yoo Joonghyuk," said Kim Dokja. "We don't want to make unnecessary enemies."
"So?"
"I agree, it's shady. But we can't be hasty..."
"I have flames." He did? "Let me take care of this now."
"You sunfish bastard, you really—"
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is smirking at this nonsensical argument.]
Both men went rigid at the message. They wore equal expressions of scorn and turned to you, as if you were to blame.
"Did you really need to send that to everyone here?" you hissed at the plotter.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is watching you idly.]
You rubbed your forehead. "Look, I think I need to sort some things out before rejoining you all. And I'm keeping my stuff; if you try to destroy it, then I'm punching you both in the face."
The plotter's eagerness at your words was something you could practically feel, even lightyears away.
"...Sure. That's fine," Kim Dokja said, his nostrils flaring as he turned his head to the side. "Can—can we expect to see you again soon?"
You squeezed the strap of your backpack. "I don't know. Maybe by the next scenario."
The tension coiled throughout Kim Dokja's body was obvious. But he nodded anyway.
"Keep yourself safe. Having a sponsor can't guarantee your well-being." Kim Dokja's neutral face cracked to reveal a slight frustration. "Especially if you have an...atypical one."
Before you could turn away, his hand caught your wrist. It felt urgent. Warm. He spoke your name slowly, as if savoring the syllables on his tongue.
"I'll be waiting for your return."
The warmth of his hand must be highly contagious, because it spread rapidly up the back of your neck to your cheeks.
"Y—yes," you managed. "Until then."
He let you go. You felt the heat of his fingers long after.
Yoo Joonghyuk, who had remained wordless and watchful throughout the exchange, declared that he would remain with you on your journey.
You rolled your eyes. "No thanks."
His mouth twitched down.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says not to worry.]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is more than enough to protect what is his.]
Kim Dokja let out an angry noise. Yoo Joonghyuk's face shuttered.
Damn it, why did he choose to say the worst things? It's as if he was purposefully trying to rile them up. Still, you couldn't help but feel cheered by the strong, open companionship of your sponsor.
"I'll be going now," you said quickly.
You had the great plotter on your side, despite what Kim Dokja thought about him; Yoo Joonghyuk was lurking in your peripheral, his presence like a guard dog of shadows as he waited for you to depart; and Kim Dokja, standing beside him, was expecting your return.
Already, your unhappy heart was lifting in spirits. If these three took notice of your absence so quickly, and responded with such concern, then maybe the rest of the group would miss you as well...? Taking some time to yourself would hopefully give you clarity about your burdensome thoughts.
With a contented hum, you turned the key and the car purred to life. The weight on your shoulders lightened with each kilometer you drove further away.
a/n: heyy sugar daddy plotter....i'd like a birkin and sports car as well? or even just the sushi? definitely the sushi 😭
I left the ending kind of ambiguous. It didn't feel right to end with the reader returning to the group as if nothing was wrong, because these are some heavy feelings. I tried to make it feel hopeful! (they still very obviously care for you)
Oh my god I had to listen to French news for a course and “le wokeism” is absolutely fucking wild to hear as a native English speaker 😭
Do they make you listen to Far Right news for your course? (Unless you picked it randomly yourself then ignore my comment lol)
But yeaaah it drives me craaazy. Like France in general has an issue with using english terms when we already have perfectly good french words for it, just bc english is CoolerTM or to sound ✨️International✨️.
But le wokisme is worse bc its a Far Right SpecialTM and hearing ppl using it srlsy is like watching their brain leaks out of their ears. French Far Right took it from American Far Right when it means something specific there. Like what's next, are they gonna complain abt DEI? And ofc there's the fact that "woke" is AAVE and french far right politicians completely ignore that origin and its original meaning, either out of plain ignorance or bc they don't care. Probably both.
can you write uhhhhh spins a wheel.... satan getting railed
Cw; sum dacryphilia, you call him kitty a few times, he calls you sir a lot, bondage, mind break, fuck a plot, If you like try its kinda dubcon, but you have to do your own work to make it dubcon ok, you bite him tiddy, Also if you work for it in ur own mind he can have a pussy, but I just didn't write his genitals,
Satan hadn't anticipated he'd end up like this, tied to a bed with a human nestled between his legs, their fingers already buried in his hole. In your defense, he shouldn't have been acting up so much if he didn't want a punishment, especially since he had tried to make you ignore his behavior by 'dressing up' as a distraction. Despite his whines and weak protests, his hips kept pushing down onto your hand and he kept catching himself just as he was about to plea for something thicker. That wouldn't do, of course, he needed to be honest with you if he wanted to prove he'd learned his lesson. You slowed your movements, thrusting your fingers in only just below the bump of nerves within him. It was driving him crazy, if you'd just press a little deeper, he could cum, if you moved just a little faster, just a little-
"H-Harrrderrrr~ Please~! Morrrreee~" The moans came out of him the same way the drool was dribbling down his chin, mixing with the thin tears of desperation.
"There's a good boy~" You purred, pulling your fingers out and chuckling at his pathetic whine, "Now, now, Satan~ I'm giving you your reward for being honest~"
With that, you thrusted fully into him, pausing to let him adjust and watch his twitching form as he came with just one thrust. Before you let him fully recover, you began to shallowly thrust into him, making the avatar of wrath choke and cry.
"W-Wait! T-Toooo mmuuuch!~ Ah~ Pl-eaaase!" His hair bounced in time with both your thrusts and the light jiggle that coursed through his chest when your hips audibly met.
He could feel the ropes around his wrists dig deeper into his skin as he fought against them, unsure if he wanted to escape your grasp or cling onto you. It didn't matter either way, he was stuck in place, victim to the punishment he'd earned. His mind felt fuzz and too hot, cooled only by the streaming tears which you were beginning to kiss away. He whined more, clearly angry with you as he pouted. He was very easily distracted when your lips met and your tongue quickly sunk down his throat, further overwhelming his mind with pleasure. He could feel himself coming undone, he was losing himself to the ecstasy of belonging entirely to you. You pulled away from the kiss, biting his lower lip as you did so.
"Will you be good for me, Satan?~" You cooed, sliding your hand to tug at his flushed, bright pink nipples, "My obedient little kitty?~"
"Nyaaaa~ Y-Yessss~! I'll- HAaannn~ B-Be goooood~ 'ma g-gud booooy, please~" he looked like a caricature of himself, lips puffy and eyes red, his chest already littere in bites and hickeys from your teasing, and his tight hole sucked you in, melting around your cock as if it were made for your pleasure.
His body moulded just for you, each little flinch at your touch, every squeeze of his thighs around your hips, invited you to more faster and harder. It didn't take much more encouragement before he was gasping for breath, choking out 'Please!' and 'sirrr~' between your harsh movements. He couldn't even tell what he was pleading for, all he could understand was that he needed to beg for you and that he had to please you. When you bit into his chest, leaving a dark ring of teeth marks around one of his already battered nipples, he arched into you, body seizing as he came a second time. A weak "Soowryyyy, siirrrrr~" whined out of him as you mocking scolded him for cumming twice before you did.
"You seem to be forgetting, you're here for my pleasure, kitty~ Not the other way around~" He whined at your tone and squeezed you cock harder, tongue now lolling out of his mouth lewdly.
He was certainly giving you a good show. Soon your thrusts became more erratic, especially as his insides twitched at each thrust, as if his insides where begging you for your cum just as much as his mouth was. When you finally released deep within him, he pitifully squirted out the last of his own cum, slurring a thank you while his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
You gave him a moment before pulling out and untying him, He barely managed to sit up before he slumped over onto you. The blonde demon tightly clung to you as he buried his face into your neck. "'m sorry fer being bad... I'll be a good boy now"
You laughed at the way he was audibly regaining his composure despite clearly still being fucked out. "You better~ Now lets get you all cleaned up~"
Correct? I fell into a flow state so Idk how good grammar or spelling are and I have 0 idea if I got the vibes down right but I really like how fucked out I made him. Tbh I'm not incredibly familiar w/ Obey me's lore n such so- I did so much research for this porn lol. He's also not gonna be a good boy after this, he's becoming worse and he will need more training. I think I did better on the dialogue than I usually do.
