Shyly Asking Roommate for Pets; Part 2

Hey, what's up?

A favor? well, that depends on what the favor is.

No, I'm not suspicious! I just, don't want to, like, commit to something when I don't know what *it* is.

Jeez, you're acting shyer than ever; seriously, what is it?

Come on, it can't be *that* bad. Honestly, knowing you, it's something super innocuous like wanting me to pet you or to cuddle or something.

[teasingly] You want headpats and cuddles, don't you?

Oh gosh, you~'re blush~inggggg! I *knew* it'd be something super cute. You are *too* adorable. Only *you* could get so nervous about asking for something so innocent. Come on, then. *pats bed*

Yes! Come! Here!

Ughhh, You do this *every* *time*, dude. First, you nervously ask for some favor that's usually something super sweet or easy to do, and then I have to basically *force* you to accept what you asked for!

Oh, hun, if I didn't want to I would say so. I am *not* a 'yes-man'.

[said w/ force/slight frustration] Sweetheart,'yes' means 'yes'.

For christ's sake, will you just shut up and get over here before I pin you down and drag you over? Jeez, you are *so* difficult sometimes, you know?

[petting listener] Shhh, see? You're already purring. Next time, could we just like, *skip* all of the pretense and just get to the cuddles and pets and stuff? It'd make *my* life easier.

Yes, I know you get anxious, but like, surely you should *know* me by now. You *know* I love petting these *floofy* ears of yours. [scratching SFX].

I'd *never* miss an opportunity to pet you. Seeing you nuzzle into me, hearing you purr, oh I love, love, *loveeee* it so much. Not sure why you make such a big deal out of asking for pets, though. Not like it's a hassle.

You're worried it is? What? How?

[quickly/flippantly; doesn't realize how much this means to listener] How could it *ever* be too much? How could *you* ever be too much? You're like, the lowest maintenance boyfriend I've *ever* had. *laughs*

No, I didn't mean it like that! I mean-- [under breath] Damn it...[brief pause] *sigh* Come here.

*sigh* I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like "you're forgettable". You aren't. You're just, really aware of others' needs, ya know? You understand that people aren't here *just* to serve you.

Oh no, don't you even *go* there. I'm not going to let you attack yourself like that. [exasperated->sad] God, you are *way* too hard on yourself, just... Don't. Please...

*sigh* I *hate* it when you attack yourself, it... Makes me feel like *I've* failed as a partner. I should be lifting you up, not letting you tear yourself down.

Yea, I do tease you a lot, but, that's kind of *our* *thing*, you know? That's our little back and forth. If you ever were uncomfortable with something I said I would hope you would tell me.

You *would* tell me, right?

Ugh, buddyyyy... Don't tell me I've been bothering you this whole time...

Whew, that's good. I'm glad that you're having fun with it, too. But like, seriously, you attack yourself *way* too often for me to be okay with it.

Oh, no, it's super cute when you're shy and blush over small things, *that* I never want you to stop; but like, those aren't mutually exclusive things, you know?

*sigh* I know it's hard, it's hard for everyone. But, I think we could do some practice, something to help you get used to it. So, we're going to do some right now.

Oh yes, we are. [sing song] If you don't I won't give you any more scritchies~

Awwwwww, don't *do* that! I can't resist it when you give me those eyes... And pouting... And your ears fold down and it's sooo cuteeeeee...

[snaps out of it] Nope, I'm going to hold my ground on this one. Even if you are the cutest, fluffiest, most adorable little neko in the world.

Hmm.. What *do* you have to do? Hmmm... You're going to have to repeat some things I say... *while* looking me in the eyes.

Oh yes, how *evil* indeed. Your two worst nightmares: eye contact and being kind to yourself.

Shh, I'm kidding. Okay, so... Uhm...

'I'm worthy of headpats, scritchies, and cuddles.'

'My girlfriend loves me.'

'I love myself.'

[listener doesn't answer]

[with more force]

'I. Love. Myself.'

[frustrated, withholding slight anger] Dar~ling. You're not saying it...

What's so hard about saying that?

You've... Never said it before?

Well, now's your chance! Come on, 'I. Love. Myself!'

*sigh* Okay... Do we have to do it one word at a time?

*happy gasp* Yes! There! Say it again!

One more time!

Oh my gosh, I'm *so, so, so* proud of you! [squeezes listener] Mmph, you are getting *so* many scritchies for that. That was amazing!

[scritchies sounds]

[like talking to a pet] Who's a good boy?? Who's a good boy!! It's you!! You did it!! S~uch a gooood boyyyy!!

You know, I'm really proud of you. I know that was hard for you to do, especially with me pressing you so much...

Yea, I'm sorry for being so forceful... But, you did it~

You know, you've improved so much since I met you.

Nah, don't blame me for the changes you made yourself. *You've* improved yourself, not me. I just gave you some... *gentle* nudges.

Fine, *firm* shoves, how about that?

*laughs* You're not quite the type to take subtle hints, I've found. But, you *are* very receptive when I metaphorically smack you in the face with recommendations. *sigh* My cute neko boyfriend who wouldn't know if a girl was flirting with him even if she dragged him to bed to snuggle. Frequently.

*laughing* Oh, yes I am going to ride your ass on that till the day you die. I could not *be--lieveee* you were that dense.

Yea, yea, I know you wanted to keep being friends, but like...

I dunno, I guess that's also what I love so much about you. You always think so much about other people's thoughts and feelings, just... not your own...

Which, I'm going to change. Whether you want to or not~

Hmm, what could I use as an incentive...

I think maybe... scritchies?

Ah! Your ears perked up! I think that'd work~