TSRM- Fuck that...my blanket...?
From Create Your Own Story
"If she wanted that bad she should have taken it for herself" You think to yourself before snuggling back into the couch once again. After a few minutes Rose stands up allowing for a pile of trash to fall from her lap and onto the floor. Without having to ask you know that she isn't going to clean it up leaving you to sigh with some discomfort. Leaving from the room your left to clean up the mess though you dread having to leave the comfort of your blanket. Throwing the blanket off to one side you bend over and being to clean up the mess as you scoop it into your arms.
Once you have everything in your arms you head to the kitchen and dump everything into the trash can and wash up. With everything cleaned up you return to the main room to find that Rose is now in your spot, the blanket now wrapped around her.
"Come on now, move it. That's my spot." You try and shoo her away with the back of your hand but it doesn't seem to work any as she grunts softly.
You can tell something is off but you're not sure if you should ask.
Do you:
