Why do you need a fucking -- oh. [Not...a footstool for stepping on, a footstool for propping his feet up, probably. Guy like this, with a notebook like that, he can definitely see him lounging on a couch with his foot on his dumb beast while his nose was stuck in a book. Maverick was more of a curl up into a little porcupine ball and hide behind the book kind of reader.
Ugh, he almost forgot to be horrified about the ten metres thing. Actually, no, he'd rather forget about that as quickly as possible. He'll be mad about Rex being tall again, yeah, that works. Stupid tall asshole that cares about his freaky pet. Cute.]
Is that gonna be safe for him? Seems kinda, uh, domesticated.
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Ugh, he almost forgot to be horrified about the ten metres thing. Actually, no, he'd rather forget about that as quickly as possible. He'll be mad about Rex being tall again, yeah, that works. Stupid tall asshole that cares about his freaky pet. Cute.]
Is that gonna be safe for him? Seems kinda, uh, domesticated.