az/anon unfinished dave/aradia petplay/wg/feeding/fluff

TG: :By the time he finally got home, after a bus ride, twilight walk and five minutes of fumbling with the keys (wow Dave get it together god), he was more than happy to just throw himself in bed and call it a day; his shoes came off as soon as he had a clear trajectory to the closet, his coat followed, and he shook his head a bit as he walked into the living room.:

AA: - As Dave walks into the living room, he is met with the sight of Aradia sprawled out on the couch, watching the tv but not looking interesting at all in the program currently on the screen. That's not the especially odd part of what he sees, though. The especially odd part is the fact that she is wearing absolutely nothing but a collar, at the moment. She turns to him, and issues a greeting, seemingly weirdly casual despite her attire. -
AA: hi dave!!
AA: - It's the roleplay day they were planning. -
AA: - Aradia idly wonders if Dave forgot for a minute, what with how he's looking at her. -

TG: :No, of course he didn't forget, he just...well. Okay, maybe he didn't completely remember that he had at one point planned to come home to his girl stuffed into that sort of attire, but in his defense, had he remembered to remember it all day, he'd have done nothing the entire time but think about it. Either way, there was no way in hell he was going to turn it down, even if it actually was out of the blue.:
TG: sup

AA: - She shifts around for moment on the cushions and sits up in her usual indent on the couch. That indent has existed even berfore they planned on doing this, if only because a couch that endures Aradia for that long is bound to bear her mark. He's been gone all day, and she's been preparing to play the part of pet for most of that span of time. Of course, regular habits slipped in, but she's decently commited to the part. Or so she thinks. She left her toys out, a purposeful decision in her mind, but one of carelessness and forgetfulness in character, only really because she wants to see what he'll do about it. -
AA: i missed you!

TG: :Right, the pet thing. His immediate reaction was to nod and shoot off a snarky comment, but rather than let his mouth run and ruin the moment, he paused long enough to try to figure out the proper way to respond (and to notice the toys strewn about. Oh.). Shit, this was harder than it seemed.:
TG: sorry babe
TG: shit ran late
TG: you been a good girl while i was out
TG: :He stepped forward, sauntering up casually and resting a hand on the crown of her head.:

AA: - She gives a little happy bleat when he rests his hand on her head. The weird-but-endearing sheep bug alien noise meter is gonna go off the charts tonight. Shit, by the end of tonight those charts are gonna be an incoherent flaming mess of paper, with all the bleating and chirping she anticipates doing later. -
AA: thats really for you to decide!
AA: but i hope so!
AA: - She hopes she's not being over enthusiastic about the whole deal. -

TG: well the house isnt on fire so thats more than youd expect from most peo
TG: pets
TG: er yeah
TG: bit of a mess but we can deal with that in a bit i guess
TG: dunno about you but i could use some actual sustenance for once
TG: :He lets his hand linger on her head for a bit longer, running his fingers through her hair, before turning and heading to the kitchen. When all else fails, food seemed to be the universal icebreaker in their household, and he actually was pretty hungry.:

AA: - Aradia doesn't suggest anything. She knows that he knows what she likes, so she just sinks back against the couch a wiggles excitedly. She gives a little frown, realizing that she forgot to put her toys away, but she can deal with that later, as her master says. She was quite peckish as well, given that she mostly subsisted on snacks accessible to her and the breakfast in her food dish this morning. It's almost a little dissapointing when his fingers leave her hair, but she suspects in a little while they'll be occupied with her belly, so it's all well and good in her mind. She patiently waits for his return in her spot on the couch, in the meanwhile. -

TG: :Dave lingers in the kitchen a bit, musing over what to get the tubby rustblood now that he's apparently on kitchen duty. He was never a five-star chef, but he figured he could at lest throw together enough to keep her satisfied, even if it mostly consisted of a sandwich or two and a bowl of the omnipresent doritos filling the household. A few minutes later and he returned, juggling the bowl, a plate of sandwiches, and three cans of soda for good measure, dropping himself onto the couch next to the waiting girl.:
TG: alright order up
TG: dinner a la strider at your service
TG: only the finest in half assed finger foods

AA: - She points to a sandwich and gives a little affirming bleat in request, but hopes it's her place to ask to be fed. The whole array of foods on the table looks appealing, and she'll probably down all three cans of sode. She'll probably also finish the entire plate of sandwiches, too, actually. None of this is really gonna escape Aradia, but she decides to start with the sandwiches. -
AA: could i maybe uh
AA: - She looks the slightest bit meek. -
AA: sit in your lap
AA: and have you feed me
AA: if thats alright with you master

TG: :His initial reaction to both having her on his lap and helping her eat is a pretty succulent "hell yeah", the latter being a virtually omnipresent facet of their meals, but he figures if he's going to seriously do the pet thing, he should probably have a bit of a firm hand with her. Not that he won't have firm hands on her later, in a manner, but appearances are everything, and he instead moved forward to pick up the sandwich.:
TG: tell you what
TG: be a good girl and eat some of your dinner first
TG: and well see
TG: :There's no way he isn't going to be feeding her the rest of it, but he's still faux-distant as he holds the sandwich to her lips, watching her intently.:

AA: okay!
AA: - She gives a little smile and a happy affirmative bleat as she starts on her sandwich, politely taking it and beginning to eat it on her own. Even if she's not sitting in his lap, that doesn't stop her from affectionately leaning against him as she eats. In a few short moments, the first sandwich is done, and she looks at Dave for approval with wide, vivid maroon eyes, but her hand rests on the plate to take another, if she needs to. -

TG: atta girl
TG: alright cmere well get you fed for real
TG: :He leans forward, sliding one arm around her waist as she leaned against him and giving her a gentle pull, hand on her thick hip and fingers sinking slightly into her. It wasn't like he had the arm strength to move her by himself, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. Or from giving her thigh a playful squeeze.:

AA: - A gentle squeeze meets her thigh, and another happy bleat leaves her as she hefts herself up and into her master's lap. She wiggles a little in his lap and shifts around, as to avoid trapping her tail in an uncomfortable position. Another little contented chirp slips out, and she eagerly awaits being fed, her tail swishing a little as she presses her back against Dave's chest and her rear is firmly planted against his groin. -
AA: thank you dave!

AA: and um
AA: - Her ears flatten against her head and brush her floofy mass of hair back a little, flushing a slight shade of maroon. It's impressive how well she mocks her own little embarrassed ticks, even if she is internally a tiny bit embarrased in a way that's not even related to the roleplaying. -
TG: sup
AA: i was just wondering if we could maybe play a little later cause
AA: youve been out all day and all
TG: tell you what
TG: well play after dinner if you clean your plate
TG: hate to say it but nutritions more important than fun in the long term and we cant have you wasting away over here

TG: :Still, he wraps an arm around her, under her breasts and over her belly to hold her against him as his other hand brings the sandwich to her mouth with a gentle insistence. He had only made her a handful of sandwiches, but between that, the doritos and the soda, she'd hopefully be able to get her fill and still not be too stuffed and sleepy for whatever came afterwards.:

AA: - If Dave thinks she'll be too stuffed and sleepy for playtime after that, he's very wrong. His hand wraps around just under her generous bust and over her wobbly paunch, and holds her gently but firmly in place as he lifts a sandwich to her lips. She makes short work of the sandwich, with his help, and enjoys every bite to the fullest. Of course, there are a couple more to go, but Aradia can handle that. She still wiggles a little in anticipation for playtime, though. A thought crosses her mind, and she stops for a moment, looking ever so slightly curious. -

AA: master?
TG: :The next sandwich is already en route, although it pauses before reaching her lips at the sound of her voice.:
TG: yo
AA: is tonight bath night?
AA: i could be wrong!
AA: but i think tonight might be bath night
AA: just a feeling
AA: - Aradia loves bath night. It makes her feel nice. -

TG: yeah probably been a while huh
TG: gotta make sure you havent started any illegal growing operations back there
TG: cant have the feds come knocking in the middle of playtime it takes fucking forever to get them to leave
TG: :He gives her bare torso a little affirmative squeeze, bringing the sandwich fully to her soft lips and already thinking ahead. Mostly because of the mental images of what bathtime actually entailed, admittably.:

AA: - She gives a little happy chirp at his affirmation and looks up to plant a little affectionate smooch on his chin, eagerly biting into the sandwich almost immediately after, and following suit with all the others he lifts to her lips. The sandwiches are no match for a hungry Megido, as illustrated by how fast she completes the plate. -
AA: - A moment is spent wiggling eagerly in her master's lap as she waits for more food. Or he might start her on the soda. She doesn't mind either. -

TG: :When the last sandwich is gone, he pauses momentarily, giving her belly a brief squeeze and leaning against her voluminous curls, before deftly cracking open a soda in one well-practised motion and raising it to her lips almost a little eagerly; still, it was clear from her bouncing and wiggling atop his lap that she was more than happy to oblige his neverending interest in the way she managed to polish off meals so effortlessly.:
TG: easy girl
TG: therell be plenty of time left for baths once this is gone

AA: - She tries to cease wiggling at his reassurance that she will get her bath once she finishes her dinner. The soda is swiftly cracked and raised to her lips, and she begins to take greedy gulps of the stuff once he tilts it up and trickles it into her mouth, before tilting it a little more and basically pouring it down her gullet. He gives her time to breathe, though, which is appreciated. One sugary drink is down in moments, and the other two follow, being promptly poured down her gullet and discarded, until only three empty cans sitting on the table remain. She gives a little half belch half hiccup and sinks back against him, smooching his chin again. -

TG: :Watching her guzzle never gets old, and as the last can is drained and she flops against him, he meets her familiar little kiss with a gentle peck to her chubby cheek, wrapping both arms around her and draping them over her fuller tummy in a gentle, rewarding hug.:
TG: there we go thats a good girl
TG: mmh
TG: still hungry or do you want to go ahead and start getting you cleaned up
TG: :His hand squeezes her tummy a little, fingers idly kneading a small bit of grey flub.:

AA: - She chirrs happily at the praise. Almost any instance of the word "good girl" makes her melt, and the little squeezes of her belly coax more happy bleats from the tubby rustblood in his lap. Her collar jingles a little as she wiggles again in his lap, weighing food with bathtime. She's sated, for now, so after a little thoughtful chirr, she decides bathtime is a higher priority right now. -
AA: id like a bath!
AA: im full for now
AA: thank you for feeding me dave
AA: - Another smooch meets his chin. He gets a lot of those. -
AA: - Her tail curls around his thigh for a moment, as best as it can from her position, and gives it a gentle little squeeze. -

TG: anytime babe
TG: :He holds her for a few more moments, face nestling into the back of her head and nuzzling at her soft curls while his hands gently caressed her bare torso, before giving a gentle sigh and squeezing her lovehandle to motion for her to wiggle from his lap and allow him to stand and begin leading her to the bathroom.:
TG: alright up you go
TG: lets get all this cleaned up

AA: - She gives a little chirp and scoots off of his lap, her tail unfurling from his hand and swishing around beside her as she sits. A clawed hand is placed on top of his, indicating that she intends to hold hands, and she waits for him to lead her there. -

TG: :Nodding at her, he gives her soft arm a gentle tug, striding ahead of her and leading her towards the shower. It isn't the biggest bathtub, but historically the excuse to get more close and personal with their mutual washing was a tremendous benefit to both, and as she toddled in behind him he leaned forward to begin running the water for her, sitting on the side of the tub.:

AA: - Aradia sits on the tub next to Dave and glances at him curiously for a moment before offering her neck and nudging her collar with a claw a little. She wouldn't want to get that wet, and she suspects Dave wouldn't want to, either. Her tail tests the water, and she deems it warm enough to be enjoyable, though not too hot to enjoy. -
AA: - Deciding it'd be better to stay quiet unless she has a question to ask or something to say, she swishes her tail about in the water and waits until further notice, waiting for her master to remove her collar. -

TG: ah shit right
TG: thanks baae
TG: i swear sometimes the only reason im in charge is because i look like shit in a thong
TG: :The joking tone of his voice makes it clear that he definitely doesn't mind waiting on her hand and foot, as if the fact that he dutifully reached over and unfastened her marroon neckpiece without hesitation didn't say it enough. The collar was placed on the sink, away from the waters, and he reached a hand down to both feel the water himself and playfully brush against her tail a bit.:
TG: alright and were set for the voyage
TG: all aboard the nautical vessel rms sheeptub setting sail for cleaner shores

AA: - She's not quite sure what to make of the thong comment, but figures it's some time of compliment. Her master could be absent minded sometimes, but she thinks he's definitely better at taking charge with these sorts of things. Aradia just picks up on things he misses, sometimes. The baae thing makes her giggle, though. When the water reaches sufficient depth, she turns around and settles herself into the warm tub, despite her plans to settle herself into her master's lap pretty much as soon as he sits down. -