“I’m not leaving my puppy to the streets of New Orleans!” The raven haired male would narrow his eyes at the original. Hands moving to protectively, yet carefully, clutch his pet. “She is a delicate being! My darling flower! The only child I have left!”

// due to circumstances, and because i say so, rosey is now a pom pom. any questions?

// sjsjsjjsjdjh shhhhhh no one has to know

huh?!

The twist in the story? Both him and the dog have separation anxiety, but Damon refuses to admit it.

Rebekah stop insulting my ra—... ...I mean dog.

If it’s not a dog then what is it?! She’s a dog!

An overgrown— Have you ever seen a rat this big before?!

Damon would emit a sigh, “Uh firstly, we never got married.” The male would carefully hide the small dog in his jacket. Zipping up the leather with ease. “Secondly, of course I’d join you! Who would say no to a free drink?!” His shoulders lifted into a shrug as he followed.

This is New ORLEANS, not New York!

What the hell were you doing in New York anyhow?

𐂂 —— 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚. ; ❝ I always keep my word. ❞ ➟ an oc for the twilight verse. [ Temporary pinned. ] ➟ ships w/chem. ➟ 18+, nsfw themes. ➟ detailed & descriptive. ➟ semi-selective. Penned by #𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚

You saw giant rats in New York? Ones that look like Rosey?

Everywhere?! Rebekah, I’m concerned.

Currently prodding ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒔 her . out of bordom. He might, also, be drunk.

There’s a slight grin on his features. Still prodding her with one hand. The other is currently trying to steal a bite of her food.

“Hah!” He laughed, “I fuckin’ beat ya to that in kindergarten!” It’s a true story. The smile remains on his features as he attempts to steal a bite again. “Kid deserved it though...”

Me and my rat— I mean dog are heading to bed now.