#mabari

Yes. Her mabari's name is Dread Woof. He is the Best Boy. [Next to Boomer.]

Boomer for those who haven't met him:

Chapter 33:

Xaden passes one of the two mugs over Keir’s head to me. “Coffee. Sgaeyl says you haven't slept. Been held up in your kitchen.”

“It's none of Sgaeyl’s business if I'm sleeping or doing something like night cooking,” I snap. “But thanks.” I take the cup, and Keir gives Xaden a look that says he is insulted that he didn't bring him anything. And the half-bark and paw at Xaden’s leg makes it known to him that Keir isn't happy he didn't get anything.

“The last thing your ass needs is caffeine,” Xaden tells my sweet boy. And Keir lets out a huff, sneeze. Why does Xaden look like he is reliving a nightmare that stars my sweet baby?

As I take a sip while Xaden and Keir argue, he looks like he has had a full eight hours of sleep and a vacation since yesterday. “I bet you're sleeping like Keir once he slips into a food coma.”

“Stop telling Sgaeyl about my sleeping habits,” I grumble to Tairn.

“Im not dignifying that demand with a response.”

“Andarna is both Keir’s and my favorite.”

Tairn lets out a short snort.

Forgot to post this for WIP Wednesday.

Title: Keirfluencer

Main hope for the romance would be to do Xaden/Violet/Dain

XVD pairing or do them separately

What will you guys like to see modern Keir do?

Ideas that will happen

Build-A-Bear

Starbucks

Vi making cooking/baking videos

Keir muckbang

Keir doggie ASMR

Drop your ideas down below.

Like I don't have enough to work on with

Violet’s Hound

Keir’s Mama

Tales from Keir’s Spare Hooman

Keir the Puppy Years

Chapter 8: Yay, Mama’s Home!!!

Keir’s POV

Dang, what is Moving Tree’s issue?! All I did was try his crapy food; Mama’s tastes way, way better. Ugh, now I might really have to bite his ass come the next morning. Ugh, I miss Mama, and it's only been four fluffing days! Anyways, I have to go potty, and Moving Tree is about to fall asleep; it's only like what, almost eleven.

Garrick’s POV

The fluffy little shit not only blocked me from sealing the deal with Zee, the blue hair cutie, but he ate the rest of my fucking dinner! And Bodhi was no help! He was the one who pushed my food closer to him!

I feel a weight jump on my bed, and I turn to face away from Keir. Nope, I'm still upset with him.

Huff, bark bark, grrr

I shut my eyes tighter and hope he gets the hint and goes away for now. Not like I can stay mad at him for long; I'll forgive him come sunrise. The dog, not Bodhi.

“Ooff,” I grunt out as he pounces on me. “Dude, the hell?!”

Keir whines and runs to the door, prancing in place as he looks at it and back to me.

Great, just fucking great. He has to go out.

“Ok, ok,” I say as I get up and stretch. “Just let me get some pants on, and I'll take you out one last time for the night. Shouldn't have eaten all that extra food. And my extra, I mean, my dinner.”

Chapter 32:

A hand that brushes the back of my neck and then rests on the back of my chair drags me out of my thoughts as I glare at the man who is now sitting next to me. Dain hasn't stopped glaring at him and making snide remarks since he showed up. Mira is no better. Keeping an eye on Xaden and every little move he makes. And me? Well, I can't seem to keep my eyes to myself, and I'm questioning him on why he thought leaving Keir with Garrick unsupervised was his best option. Fucking Xaden showed up late for whatever reason and made sure to sit next to me. No matter the room he enters, there is so much tension that you can cut it with a dagger. No, I am going to ignore how some of that energy brushes over my skin like a caress each time our eyes meet. I am aware of every breath he takes as he sits next to me, not in my personal bubble but in my personal bubble at the same time.

“We are going to consider this time as your Battle Brief,” Mira continues, giving Ridoc a somewhat annoyed glare as he gets back in his seat.

“This morning's flight was about a quarter of the patrol we'd regularly go on. So that means that we'd just be arriving back right about now and report to the commander. But for the sake of killing time, since we will be the reaction flight for this afternoon, let's pretend we'd come across a newly fortified enemy outpost crossing our border.”

Mira turns to the map and pins a small red flag near one of the peaks. “Let's say it's right here.”

“Wait, so are we supposed to pretend it just popped up overnight?” Emery asks.

“For argument’s sake, third year,” Mir says as she narrows her gaze. “Yes.”

Emery sits up straighter as my sister stares at him.

“I like this game,” another Montserrat rider says from the end of the table.

Chapter 7: Keir and Uncle Moving Tree (Uncle Garrie):

Ok, Xaden left about an hour ago, right after dinner, because that was as soon as he was able to leave once he had all matters settled and gave leadership a small heads-up so they couldn't stop him. However, I don't know who in their right mind would tell Sgaely or Tairn no, and after that mess, I have Keir all set up in my room. He is sniffing around as he paces, taking it all in. Not because my best friend didn't trust me to get Keir’s food. Geez, you break into a private kitchen one time to test out some snacks, and suddenly you can't go in anymore.

“Pretty sweet, eh?”

He sneezes and shakes his head, then huffs at me. “Well, excuse me, prince.” I roll my eyes. “Sorry, I don't have a bigger room. At least I have my own toilet.”

He gives me a look.

“I doubt the furry hatchling will need use for that, traveler,” Chradh says.

“I could teach him, you know, to pee in the toilet bowl?”

“You struggle with that, Traveler.” I can feel Chradh roll his eyes at me.

“Hey, I don't miss that much!”

“Then why do your bedmates and den mates complain about pee on the seat?”

“It was one time, Chradh!”