"do you want to see me, ____?"
you preen slightly at hearing your name, the low drawl of consonants ripples through your skin, they say it like it means something good. its 5am and it's day 130 of sleeping with your ringer on, you ignore the dog-like feeling you get from answering their call so quickly--just please say my name again.
@nosebleedclub day 8 prompt - abandoned dog









