Some soft younger McCree for you, Anon! Maybe, newly recruited Blackwatch McCree? Just started to be trained? With a black collar and a cute deadeye-patterned handkerchief around his neck to match.
It was strange when your puppy, Jesse, wouldn’t get up from his spot on the carpet. He said, “Yes, Ma’am,” when you addressed him, but he didn’t move.
Last night was Halloween. He spent all evening all bristly at the crowds of strangers walking by the house. He growled and chuffed until you shushed him. He wore himself out, so you left him to sleep where he lay. Jesse was snoring softly. It was cute; you couldn’t bear to interrupt it.
You knelt down next to him in the morning.
“Hey, hey,” you said quietly. You rubbed your hand down his back and tugged gently on his ears. “Something wrong?”
“M-mistress.”
“Hm?” you asked with eyebrows raised.
He shifted to the side. Under him was a roundish, wet spot in the carpet.
You whispered, “Oh.”
Then you remembered. There were some fireworks after you went to bed. After you left him to sleep. He must have been startled and peed himself.
“Y-you’re not gonna get rid of me, are you? M-mistress?”
His tail wagged a few times, weakly. You brushed his brown, messy hair from his forehead. You would groom him later. But for now, you kissed his cheek.
“That’s an accident, right?”
He nodded.
“Then let’s clean this up together. It happens. Okay?”
He nodded and got up to help you.
“Y-you’re not getting rid of me, are you? Mistress?” with puppy!cree?
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