Lord Dormir: Hmmm…what’s this? It doesn’t smell like me.
Me: It’s my bedside table.
Lord Dormir: Oh really? *rubrubrub* It’s mine now. And look, another table. *rubrub* Also mine. And a bed. *rubrub* Mine.
Me: …
Lord Dormir: Oh, look, a dog. *rub* M-
Emerson: Dude. Don’t even think about saying it. Cuz you know how dogs mark something as theirs, right? We totally don’t rub our faces on it.
Lord Dormir: Uuhhh… I was going to say “maybe not mine”.
Me: Sure you were.


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