So much mortification for such a tiny dog. It made him want to pick her back up and nuzzle at her again. Constantly. Until he got bored.
He hummed, and resumed feeding her little strips of ham, well aware of her impatience. He grabbed a piece with his other hand to nibble on some himself. It was delicious, after all. She'd certainly never had anything so fine as what he'd been feeding her, and he needed to feed her so little. What an amusing thought, that her first memories of these fine things would be forever tied to the memory of being small and helpless and trapped in his home.
Not that he was the one who'd trapped her. She was trapped by circumstance, and he was forced to keep her here, for her own safety. He was no happier about this than she was.
… in theory. In practice, he was enjoying himself immensely. If she didn't want to try to have fun while she was stuck here, that was hardly his fault.
"Do you know how cute you are?" he wondered, a genuine question that he knew she could not answer. He scratched her head while she finished off the last of the ham. "Oh, but you must. How could you not?" He gathered up the dishes to leave them in the sink for the morning, and then picked her up again. Once again, he carried her like a baby, petting her vigorously all the while as he brought her back to his bedroom.
This time, he set her down on his bed. She looked even smaller when placed on the colossal piece of furniture, sinking into the soft silk and down comforter. "Shall we settle in for the night, do you think?" he asked of her, sitting on the couch at the foot of the bed to unlace his shoes. Taking them off, he set them neatly by the closet before unbuttoning his shirt.
He may have taken longer than necessary getting his shirt off for her benefit.
He tossed his shirt into the laundry, and pulled loose the ribbon from his hair, letting it fall more in whorls than in curls down his back and over his shoulders. He was not heavily built, long limbs and always the figure of an acrobat or a dancer, black curls trailing down his chest in a light dusting of hair.
"Ah!" he said suddenly, a thought occurring to him. He moved across the room to his violin, which he lifted from its stand. "Shall I play a song for you, petite bleu?" he asked. He started to lift the instrument to his chin, but paused. "You must sing for me, first," he informed her, pointing the bow at her. "Awoo – come, now, give me a song to accompany, if it is a song that you would like."
He hummed, and resumed feeding her little strips of ham, well aware of her impatience. He grabbed a piece with his other hand to nibble on some himself. It was delicious, after all. She'd certainly never had anything so fine as what he'd been feeding her, and he needed to feed her so little. What an amusing thought, that her first memories of these fine things would be forever tied to the memory of being small and helpless and trapped in his home.
Not that he was the one who'd trapped her. She was trapped by circumstance, and he was forced to keep her here, for her own safety. He was no happier about this than she was.
… in theory. In practice, he was enjoying himself immensely. If she didn't want to try to have fun while she was stuck here, that was hardly his fault.
"Do you know how cute you are?" he wondered, a genuine question that he knew she could not answer. He scratched her head while she finished off the last of the ham. "Oh, but you must. How could you not?" He gathered up the dishes to leave them in the sink for the morning, and then picked her up again. Once again, he carried her like a baby, petting her vigorously all the while as he brought her back to his bedroom.
This time, he set her down on his bed. She looked even smaller when placed on the colossal piece of furniture, sinking into the soft silk and down comforter. "Shall we settle in for the night, do you think?" he asked of her, sitting on the couch at the foot of the bed to unlace his shoes. Taking them off, he set them neatly by the closet before unbuttoning his shirt.
He may have taken longer than necessary getting his shirt off for her benefit.
He tossed his shirt into the laundry, and pulled loose the ribbon from his hair, letting it fall more in whorls than in curls down his back and over his shoulders. He was not heavily built, long limbs and always the figure of an acrobat or a dancer, black curls trailing down his chest in a light dusting of hair.
"Ah!" he said suddenly, a thought occurring to him. He moved across the room to his violin, which he lifted from its stand. "Shall I play a song for you, petite bleu?" he asked. He started to lift the instrument to his chin, but paused. "You must sing for me, first," he informed her, pointing the bow at her. "Awoo – come, now, give me a song to accompany, if it is a song that you would like."
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