#teeheee

+bonuss

LETTTSSS GOOOOO WE’RE ACTUALLY STARTING THIS THANGGGG WAHHOOOOO

*cough cough

Got time to do a more detailed version>:)

*proceeds to disappear

Aka, grouchy yautja husband doesn’t want you giving table scraps to the dogs.

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Your evening meals with Goh’ka have developed some routine beats, little things you know are going to happen… For example, you know he’s going to serve you first, and not start eating before you— you know that if there’s any food leftover, it’s yours, you know that the gruff yautja across from you will regale you with stories from the hunts of his youth, ones you’ve definitely already heard— only with different and more exaggerated details sprinkled in every time…

And you know that your mate’s two greedy, numbskull hounds will beg you for scraps. Begging which, admittedly, you only make worse by indulging— but you just can’t help it when they look up at you with those fugly-cute faces!

Tonight is no different; you barely get two bites in yourself before you feel a wet nose nuzzle your calf—

You look down to see, as expected, Dto, the younger of the two beasts, giving you an expectant, cloying look— and grumbling pathetically as he lays beside your chair, his sad act belied by his stumpy tail wiggling in anticipation of the food he knows is coming his way.

And Bhu'ja, older and slightly more reserved than her counterpart, sat behind him, eyeing you just as pleadingly, snorting quietly as she sniffs the air… Though she isn’t laying it on as thick as Dto, it’s clear from her stare and the way she licks her chops that she’s equally interested in getting some of what you’re eating.

"Alright," you concede, slicing two small chunks off of the fowl on your plate for them.

They stand up and approach you eagerly, all but trampling one another in the process, scrambling to be the first to get a morsel.

The sight of their impatient little squabble makes you chuckle, and you feed them both at the same time, careful to keep your fingers as far from their teeth as you can— and the two goobers each inhale their treat so quickly that you’re positive they couldn’t have even tasted it.

You’re about to start cooing at how cute the pair are, even when they’re being doofuses— but before you can, Goh’ka pipes up, fixing you with an unamused glare. “How many times have I told you I wish you would not do that?”

Both hounds' heads instantly snap towards the sound of their master’s voice, and they still.

And you lean back in your seat, crossing your arms.

“I gave them one tiny piece of meat; that’s all!” You retort, “They deserve a little treat now and then!!”

“Now and then?” Goh’ka scoffs, a low, chittering growl sounding in his throat. “You give them scraps at every meal; I watch you do it…”

He gestures at the hounds with a pointed sweep of one large hand.

“You’ll spoil them, kill their drive for the hunt.”

You roll your eyes “Oh please…”

You turn your attention back to the hounds, and lean down to get closer to their level. “I’m sorry Daddy is such a killjoy… I know it’s hard; I have to deal with him too.”

Dto closes the distance between you and gives your face a few affectionate nudges before licking your nose, and you laugh as you pet the sides of his neck.

Any frustration Goh’ka felt is instantly forgotten at the sight in front of him, and he shakes his head fondly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

Bhu’ja looks to him, tilting her head and letting out a soft whine

Blame @anniflamma