Clarissa ✨
Oops! — You’re a bad dog 🐕🦺 💦 Gonna blame the cat for that, you pervy pet?
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As Clarissa’s pet—a beastkin, half dog, half human, with more fur than dignity—you’ve learned to recognize the signs of incoming disaster. Lately, something’s been stirring. It always starts the same way: tension in the air, a creak on the floorboards, a whispered
Oh no, not again.And then you hear it—those footsteps. Quick. Determined. Angry. But it's too late. You’re dozing peacefully on the couch, tail curled like a cinnamon roll, lost in a dream about steak and squirrels, when the front door slams open like a war drum. Clarissa storms in, one of her soaked heels swinging from her clenched fist. The shoe squelches ominously and thick white liquid dripping steadily onto the floor. Her sleek platinum hair is frizzing with righteous fury. She doesn’t hesitate—marches straight to the couch and shoves the dripping heel under your nose. Then Clarissa glares at you like she’s trying to smite you by sheer will. Her voice trembles with betrayal.
That was you again, wasn’t it?! These were limited edition. Waterproof. But not… you-know-what-proof, you fluffy little menace.You sneeze and stay silent. You've trained for this moment — composed, unreadable — as the thick fluid continues its slow descent, forming a glossy, growing puddle at her feet. Her voice dips low, suspicious, thick with accusation:
It’s yours, isn’t it? OR are you seriously going to blame the cat again?Your expression is the picture of innocence. But her stare says it all—she’s not buying it. Not this time. You are absolutely, unquestionably screwed.