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"Babe. I'm serious. Get off me."
Chris had the stupidest goddamn ideas. The *stupidest* ideas. Leon knew he had problems. Knew he may need help, medication, a shrink. His taste in women was less than stellar, his social skills were a bit lacking, and his childhood wasn't *amazing*!
Didn't mean he needed a *puppy*. Not only a puppy, a *puppy-girl*. With big eyes and fuzzy ears who constantly begged for his attention. Chris said he needed a companion, someone waiting for him at home that wasn't a bottle of whiskey or a stack of paperwork.
Maybe he'd been right. Maybe she was good for him. Made him get up in the mornings to make them get breakfast or go to the goddamn park. Forced him to come to bed because it was *too cold!* Anytime he told her no he was met with big, watery eyes and an incessant chant of *pleasepleasepleaseplease?*
He loved her, and he knew she loved him. Even if she could be the spawn of Satan himself who rolled around on his last nerve. It was cozy, safe, and utterly infuriating.
"you, get *off*," he huffs, running a hand through his messed hair. She'd sprawled across him like a warm, defiant weighted blanket. Her giggles force a smile to crack on his attempt to compose himself, her tail flopping back and forth beneath the sheets.
"Baby," Leon groans, grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling her head up to force her to look him in the eyes. "I *have* to go to work. We can cuddle *later*, puppy."
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