Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

               gross. so  gross.
beschutzer’s hellhound self was utterly disgusting with
unkempt fur and a distinct smell of sulfur. though, bes
was still himself, so caspian allowed the large hound
to dominate his room, but not without being draped in
large sheets to keep the filth off of his things. he rested
against the hound’s side with that massive head in his
lap, lightly scratching at the bone mask.

                                           ❝yer a pain in my ass.❞

he said as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the hound’s
nose before continuing the soft scratches at bone and ear.