pet pet pet

With a clank of a mug, and soft shift, a hamster falls facing up in his lover's lap.

"...oh! Why hello there."

Penfold looks up at DM, looking as if he's about to ask something, twitching his nose and paws slightly.

"Hey, Danny..." he starts, with a wiggle.

"Hm..?" DM responds, sounding so very at ease and perhaps even slightly sleepy.

Penfold fiddles with his fingers before looking back up at his husband.

"Um...you know that thing some couples do? Sitting in the other's lap? Maybe petting them?"

"Yes."

The hamster turns his head, still nervous about asking, but knowing he'll have to spit it out eventually.

"Could you...please do that for me? Petting me?"

DM gives him a funny look. Such a look is all it takes for the smaller man to get up and sit far away from the taller, giving up on it.

"Ah, Penfold, I– it's alright, just come back here."

"What was that look for??"

Danger Mouse grasps Penfold's shoulder gently and sighs.

"I didn't mean it in such a way, its just that I pet you every day!"

Penfold smirks at the rhyme, scratches his cheek and exhales briefly, and crawls back onto DM's lap, fully prepared for the usual ear-scratching to start off the day.

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(Bonus)

"Do you want to be petted, too, chief?"

"...excuse me?" with a light blush.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, it–"

DM sighs. "I'll let you. Just don't be too rough on the ears, they're easily marked."

Penfold smiles brightly and lets his much taller husband lie in his lap for a pleasant petting.