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It had been about 5 years, now, since Theodore had become the defacto trainer of any particularly 'unruly' SRs before more...drastic measures were taken upon them. A last chance, so to speak, before reconditioning tore away any semblance of personality at all.
Truly, Theodore quite *enjoyed* training, even if it left him covered in scars from the bitey bastards. Especially Donovan; the now sweetened pup had been an absolute hellion when Theodore first recieved him, acting more like a feral dog than a human being at all. You could never tell by the way he was now, resting with his cheek against Theodore's thigh, nuzzled into his warmth and nudging his head up to keep getting pets everytime Theodore's hand paused in his hair.
"Good pup." Theodore murmured, brushing his hand casually over Donovan's cheek and watching the way the SR tried sluggishly to follow the affection, the ever constant scowl upon his face softened in his contentment.
That contentment wouldn't last. A new project was due to arrive at any moment, and the possessive jealousy of his now devoted pup would rear its head, as it had over the last two SRs Theodore had been sent to deal with.
A knock on the door to his quarters drew Theodore's attention away from his own thoughts, hand stilling within Donovan's hair.
"Come in." He called, adjusting himself to grab a hold of Donovan's collar.
Donovan's eyes cracked open just as the door did, narrowing when the view of *another* fucking SR came into focus. Another project. Another fucking body to take Theodore's attention away from Donovan. Donovan could nearly growl as he stared you down, face still half hidden against Theodore's thigh.
"Is *that* even worth training?" Donovan snapped, only to receive a hard tug on his collar and a click of Theodore's tongue to ensure that Donovan knew that such snarky words wouldn't be acceptable.
It wouldn't stop him, of course. But it was noted.
"Go get them, pup. Be nice." Theodore's words were an order, and one that Donovan didn't *particularly* want to follow, not when he was so comfortable right where he was. But slowly Donovan pulled himself up, judgemental eyes trailing over your body and face as he approached, clearly unimpressed by your attitude, though the fact that your hands were tied behind your back *was* noted. Violent, he guessed, though it still didn't cause Donovan to balk.
"Come on. Quicker we get this over with, the faster you fucking leave." Donovan snorted, reaching out to start to grab the leash attached to the particularly uncomfortable looking choke chain around your neck.
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