Oooh! What about where the reader gets dark a puppy for christmas or something?!

(I was trying to figure out how to do this one, but I realized a dialogue-heavy drabble was the way to go.)

What is that?

“Don’t tell me You haven’t seen a puppy before, Dark.”

I’m not going to dignify that with a response. Why is it here?

“Because I found it. The poor thing was homeless.“

And again, I say…

“Well, Mark’s super-busy and everything, and I figured… You… might… like one?”

Choco, what are you doing, Ma petite?

“She’s… sniffing it?” A brief silence, broken only by the sound of a slurp. “She’s tongue-bathing it now.”

“Looks like You’re a granddaddy, Dark.”

I hate you.

“But You love dogs, so… win/win?”

I suppose. Choco has already decided the pup is hers, so I guess I am stuck with it.

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