#adonis internally: smh.... ur getting SOFT no SHOCK COLLAR? what's next anarch?

[ofruinations]

It's hardly a second before Edward starts jumping up and down with happiness, crushing him into a tight hug against his admittedly sturdy frame, a wagging tail and a purr emanating from the man's chest. His brand of affection certainly doesn't give any room for subtlety, but at least he's happy about it, rather than confused, or worried about complex feelings. A simple creature—he at least acknowledges that, and wonders if he might be happier like that, before discarding the thought with extreme prejudice. The tail, at least, is a nice sight. Wagging instead of a dead stump against the man's backside. Being marked scentwise, he allows, and keeps albeit with a bit of reluctance. "Just the pants? You really are trying your luck today, Edward." He knows the rules, but even the carrot must be given to a creature that's only known mostly the stick—and he sighs begrudgingly. "If you must. But you're going to fold it well now and take it to your room. I will not be your handmaid. Do you understand me?"

despite the displeasure of washing himself ( properly, adonis would put it ) ed jumps up in excitement—and in shock—at the answer he's given. no. no? no more collar? no more stink of electricity, no more zapping, no more seizures? tail wagging hard enough to smack against the backs of his legs, ed goes in for a serious bear hug—all the strength and warmth of a bear included. purring like a grizzled old tabby, he makes sure just to rub his face against this time, instead of everything else. he's trying to be good. to prove that he deserves the leniency. "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." he practically explodes with gratitude, giving his handler one last tight squeeze before he slides back, tail still wagging behind him. it's only natural that in such good spirits, his first response would be to test his luck. "...can i just wear the pants for tonight? i'll keep them on all night, i swear."