"Until they ship them out for slaughter? Just what kind of pet are you looking for? A chicken, a cow? How do you expect all this to fit in your house? I understand your lack of schedule hinders your income, but running a farm from your home is ehh."
"Don’t be silIy." He waved his hand dismissively, ”If I’m in the picture, nothing else matters. Ah, it’s hard to enjoy pictures if I’m not in it. There’s something about my face,” cupping the plush of his cheeks, he continued, “that makes everything perfect. You’d benefit from having a picture of me on your instagram, all of my little freaks will see, press the like button and maybe buy your album. 25k—30k likes is good, but you can’t really call yourself an idol until your hands alone get 140k plus likes. I’m making it a goal to get a spot on everyone’s instagram, yours is no exception. Haha~.”
He didn’t know what kind of ’animal‘ his counterpart was smelling because what he caught a whiff of was akin to a thousand corpse hung and left to dry. As they drew nearer, the smell became much more prominent and his nose was but a crease in the middle of his face. “Gross, it’s like one of those underfunded zoos. I see it!~ I see the barn!”
“Since when do we lack a schedule? I don’t live on wide open ranges, you disrespectful cow. Let’s not jump to conclusions either, we all know I’d make the better caretaker even if ranching were the case.” He offered a disdainful sniff before squinting his dark orbs in a skeptical manner. “Don’t think I’m not noticing the nasty stares your dogs give you sometimes.”
Pressing his lips into a pout, he plowed on, his words coming out in hand with the exhalation that defined itself more as a sigh. “If all that’s going to be the effect of your existence on my instagram, you might as well sign up as my benefactor. Let’s make it a deal, send me money every Thursday. Withdrawing at any point in time will result in a court settlement, I won’t hold back just because I know you. I’ll wipe you out and take your pups too.”
He allowed a pregnant pause in the moment to let that sink in, nodding slightly to himself in self satisfaction. “It smells better than whatever stink you’re keeping in your car, Jim. What is that? It makes my allergies act up!” He gasped loudly, a pitch higher than he would admit to as he scrambled to unlock his side door. “I can see them coming out! Unlock it, Bibum! Let’s go!~”