Over Excited
TW: Pet whump, restraints, carewhumper, pls read below.
Not even going to lie, this is based on my what I call “Golden Retriever Mode” that sometimes appears when I’m in groups of people for an extended time that almost always ends in a sudden mood crash. I don’t know if this is connected to ADHD but I’m saying this because this very much reads like a whumper taking advantage/controlling/patronizing/whumping a whumpee because of neurodivergent tendencies. I don’t know how else to tag that.
Mason perused his options again. Neal was busy, his regular place was closed, so his only option to watch his boys was a care center that tended to be his last pick for a very specific reason.
About fifty percent of the time, it was just too much for Rudy. Maybe the people there or the other pets, perhaps what they did, probably just something in the energy of the place made him crash afterwards. Hard.
However this time he didn’t have a choice. And when he stopped by to pick them up later, the way Rudy’s eyes darted around from thing to thing told him everything he needed to know.
Mason sighed. So that’s what they’d be doing tonight.