What do you want.
Smooth as crunchy peanut butter. TA wheezed, and Sn0wman gave an anxious breath of her own as she tried a little harder to stay attached to the object of her infatuation.
"Nothing is wrong with me, just let me love you."
> You wait for a few minutes, but when the undead doberman at the end of the hall doesn’t stop whining for entrance to the bedroom, your resolve weakens and your heart melts.
> Moving with all the body tension and mouselike silence of a ten year old trying to sneak out of their bedroom to get a snack after their parents are asleep, you creep slowly up the hall, pressed as close to the wall as you can get as to remain out of sight, turning the knob just enough for Apollo to nose his way inside, then turning to slink back down the hall with the intent of avoiding being noticed.
> This is so uncomfortable. You can hear one of the dogs -Apollo, likely- whining at the door, and you whine right along with him.
"Nnn you’re unwell very unwell very very-"
> Your head snaps towards the door as it opens, praying that it’s a sentient creature, but instead you’re greeted with only the rotting face of your zombie dog. Fuck.
> Please let him still be within earshot please please please.