A Furry Problem

I know you're not the only one who would. But I fucking love you and would rather not fuck around on you, alright? Byron was in a particularly grouchy mood, or frustrated, if he was resorting to swearing but that clearly was the only way to get through to Fran at the moment. Not that it is seemingly getting me anywhere, loving you like I am.

He didn't stop leaning against the bed, instead he finally relented to his body wanting to sit and did so on the bed, grunting at Fran, though he didn't chase off her hand on his arm. When in the mess that was last night, was I going to eat? I came back after being a chew toy for a scared dog to get yelled at by my wife, who banished my dog to the hall and then left me alone. And since Fran didn't always take meals with him, he usually at least had dinner and breakfast with Samson so as to time his own meals to having some sort of company around. Don't usually skip meals, just turning back and forth saps me of energy. I'll be fine.

@Franziska Wulff