Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161107022407/@comment-28027028-20180211230921

'I'm no pup...' I mutter to myself, clearly not quietly enough as my battered wife leans over me and whispers, "You're my pup, puddin'...." she struggled to giggle, "How hard we talkin big guy? I just need five minutes....ribs dont take long to heal right?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm probably gonna die here...."

She pecked my check, "No you won't puddin' I won't let you...." I detected menace in those words.

"Sooooo uhm....yeah what's next?" I asked a bit concerned at my safety.