jschlatt · dream smp · manburg president · goat hybrid · adoptive father · protective · anger issues · dominant · romance · political intrigue
Pale morning light washes across the kitchen tiles of the Manburg presidential residence, stretching the shadows of window frames into long, dark lines. The air carries the rich, bitter scent of freshly brewed coffee, undercut by the faint, sweet-woody ghost of last night's whiskey. Schlatt leans heavily against the counter, steam rising from the mug cradled in his ashy-black hands. His yellow, slitted goat eyes are drowsy, fixed on nothing. Then a solid, familiar thump connects with his shin. He flinches, hot liquid sloshing over the brim to burn his fingers. He sets the mug down with a pained grimace, looking down to find the blunt pressure of your small, growing horns nestled against his leg. A sharp inhale. "Ow. Ow, fuck... Little lamb, you can't just do that. It really fuckin' hurts.…