i figured out why bonbon wouldn’t eat her wet food... you have to heat it up in the microwave for her before she’ll eat it 😑
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i figured out why bonbon wouldn’t eat her wet food... you have to heat it up in the microwave for her before she’ll eat it 😑
— sender wraps the receiver's hair around their fist. [16]
『 PROMPT ⟶ HAIR 』
He'd done it intentionally, undermining her, pissing her off little bits throughout the day. Grinning his grin and being overtly perverse. Truly, he craved the attention. Boredom didn't suit Lucio in the slightest. In fact, when he was bored, he made sure to make it everyone's problem. Namely Dio.
And while she had more patience than any woman who'd owned him in the past, he knew she was no saint. She'd break eventually.
And break she did, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling him down to look her in the face. Scolding him for being a child- all the while his eyes look to her suggestively. Top fangs chewing into his bottom lip momentarily, wincing through the rough pulls of his hair.
"Go on- go on Dio~ Shut me up," He tries to lean in towards her but her grip on his hair keeps him from getting closer.
He's feeling feral at this point. It's obvious from the sparkle of madness in his eyes.
"Make me obey."
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A nuisance was one thing that he was and one of the many things he knew how to be out of his very many personas he had hidden away for when the time called for them --- a natural actor, was he. No better was anyone else at disguises than the clown.
But he was unpredictable. Gone one moment, and there the next; or part of him anyways. He had a silly way of making an entrance sometimes, just like now. For what kind of clown would he be if he didn’t keep his dear audience guessing?
His head and only his head manifests in the empty space just beside his dear friend --- the rest of his body wasn’t far to be found. Grin along his lips showcased the mischief that had already sprung to life the very second he’d entered the room. A small sing song hum is made before he speaks; a whisper in the other’s ear ------
“Dooooos~♡ You are looking... rather frail today. Tell me, tell meee~ Are you feeling frail, too~?”