25, the ot3
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
The three were currently standing in the middle of the pet store. Clear had really wanted to look at the kitties, or even the birds, but no, Abysmal and Collab had dragged them over to the puppies after a good fifteen minutes of wheedling during the drive over.
“Come on, Clear, it’s puppies!” Collab gushed. “They won’t hurt you!”
“I already have a perfectly good pup right here.” They pointed to Bys, who snorted.
The nice lady working the kennel informed the three that they were allowed in.
Oh my God, there were so many more than Clear had expected. It was a fucking shitstorm of dog.
Collab had already kneeled to start petting the puppies, and Bys brought one up to Clear. “Look at it! It’s adorable!”
“Uh, no thanks, dog,” they squeaked quickly.
The little Pomeranian licked their nose.
“AAAaagh! Ack! Pth!” Clear stepped back, trying to wipe their face clean. “Eww!”
“It was just a kiss!”
“I don’t know where that tongue’s been!” They turned to leave. “If you’ll excuse me. Birds.”
Collab pouted. “But Cleear, you have a perfectly wonderful bird right here to look at!”
“Fuck you.”
