⨳No one's POV⨳
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It was raining out, and you were sitting inside, sewing together the lower half of DogDay. Every time he flinched you immediately apologized.
"Angel, it's alright." He always said whenever you apologized.
"But this is hurting you!"
"I can endure it."
You sighed and continued sewing. You tried not to look inside the open viewable parts of the legs, seeing the muscles and organs in his legs made you want to throw up.
Eventually, you finished and cut the thread from the needle. He suddenly stood up and you sat the needle to the side. As soon as you stood up, you felt your feet getting picked off of the ground.
"DogDay! Don't do that without warning!"
He chuckled at you and held you close; making you lean into him comfortably. He was warm and soft.
"You're crazy." You said sarcastically.
He brushed his hands gently through your h/l, h/c hair. You yawned, feeling tired. You eventually begrudgingly fell asleep. The soft rain outside helped as well. As you were falling asleep, you could feel him carrying him to your bed and set you down before covering you up.
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❝𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡..❞ - A DogDay X Reader.
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