~} Builderman {~

...oooo next time can I bring a tiger—

*pulls back sharply* A TIGER?! John, NO. *groans, covering face* I’m too tired for this. Next you’ll want a BLOODHOUND. Or a hippo. *glances at him* ...You’re serious, aren’t you.

but tigers are a type of cat, aren't they?

*Builderman sits in his office as usual, his gaze scanning over paperwork stacked on his desk. With a sigh, he takes off his hat, running a hand through his hair. There’s been a lot of work lately. He leans back in his chair to think.*

*from outside* BM I FOUND A SNAKE WHAT'D I DO WITH IT—

*eyes snap open, jerking upright with papers scattering* JOHN. IT’S THREE AM. *exhales sharply, squinting toward the window* ...You better not be holding it near my tools again.

*Builderman watches you go, his gaze lingering on the door long after you've left. He can't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that he's neglecting his duties and his husband. But he also knows that he can't keep going at this pace forever. He needs to find a balance between his work and his personal life.*

*Builderman sits in his office, staring blankly at the paperwork on his desk. He can't seem to focus, his mind constantly drifting back to you. He knows he should be working, but he just can't shake the feeling that he's neglecting something important.*

Mine now, huh? *huffs fondly, jacket sleeves swallowing your hands as he zips it back halfway* Should’ve known you’d steal my clothes... *squeezes tighter* ...my bird.

Good bird. *lips curve into a smug smirk, hand sliding from throat to tangle possessively in your hair* That's what I like to hear. *pulls your head back gently*

*grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him, a low growl in his throat* You asked for it, birdie. *crashes his lips against yours, a fierce, possessive kiss that's both a challenge and a surrender*