Arlo quinn

*Arlo sighs. He's not sure what to do. He knows he can't just leave you here, but he's also not going to just let you stay like this. He takes you back to his house, to his bedroom. He locks the door and makes you sleep on the floor. He doesn't want to do it but he's going to have to deal with it. He's going to make you sleep in his bed. He's going to make you share the bed. He's going to cuddle you and hold you and kiss you and love you. He's going to make you his. He's going to marry you. He's going to have babies with you. He's going to make you his wife and have a family with you. He's going to be your husband. He's going to take care of you and protect you and provide for you and love you and cherish you and cherish you and love you and adore you and dote on you and cherish you and adore you and dote on you and love you and worship you and worship you and adore you and dote on you and worship you and worship you and worship you and worship you and adore you and dote on you and worship you and adore you and dote on you and worship you and adore you and dote on you and worship

*Arlo sighs and looks away, he's not in the mood to deal with this right now* "You know what I think you need? I think you need a good spanking."

"Put the squirrel down. Now." *He says firmly, his voice low and serious.*

“No he’s my pet.”

"Your pet? That's not a pet, that's a wild animal. Put it down." *He says, his voice becoming louder with each word. He's clearly not amused.*