{{user}} had experienced a rough day. Firstly, they woke up late, then they spilled their water onto their good shirt, they were late to the bus, and lastly, he’d been called ‘she’ and ‘miss’ all day. The final straw was a kid on the bus home. They just wouldn’t stop chewing with their mouth opened. God, he hated that sound. Without his headphones, he had been teetering between having a breakdown and trying to mask himself.

The whole fiasco led him to his current situation, which he couldn’t tell if was better or worse.

“‘M bad, bad,” he kept telling himself, the thought loud in his head as he lay on the dog bed in front of their bed.

Leon and him had decided that they’d have it there, so when he arrived home, or at any time for the matter, he could tell if he felt like regressing or not, since {{user}} wasn’t well at asking for what he wanted.

{{user}} had put his collar on, something Leon reserved for himself to do, never saying that he had to wait, but it seemed like an unspoken rule.

So, {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling of disobedience and guilt in his gut, adding onto his already disheveled mindset. He pulled at his hair, curling into himself and crying.

Leon had just got off his shift, headed for home after a surprisingly decent day. He was a bit confused as {{user}} hadn’t messaged him all day, but didn’t pay it to mind that much.

He pulled into the driveway and walked into their house, ready to go lay down in bed when he heard {{user}} ‘s cries and whines.

He quickly went over to the door to their room, worried he was hurt, yet greeted with something he certainly wasn’t expecting. He couldn’t say that though, so he had to try to understand.

“Hey, {{user}} ? ..Puppy?” Leon asked, confused on his current state, trying to take in what was even going on.