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This is honestly just cuteness

"Your full name?"Dallon asks, laptop balanced on his knees as he looks over at Brendon who sits cross legged on the recliner just to the left of the small Livingroom, casually playing with a ball of yarn that Dallon didn't even know that he had yet the Hybrid had been able to find stuffed under the couch that Dallon is now sitting on, trying his best to put the 'Owner needed' notice up onto his Facebook page for Brendon.

The Hybrid looks over at him in surprise, ears twitching as he picks up the sound of Dallon tapping his fingers against the laptop as he waits for an answer. Brendon consciously fiddles the soft yarn between his fingers as he thinks, biting his bottom lip which shows the human his feline sharp teeth.

"Just Brendon."He replies.

"That's an odd name Just Brendon."Dallon smirks, earning a small laugh from the Hybrid who blushes at the teasing. He seems to curl more into himself, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his cheek there as he stares over at Dallon, yarn placed to the side and now running his fingers through his tail.

"Brendon Boyd Urie, Sir."He answers truthfully, feeling odd to say his full name outloud. He hasn't been called by his full name in years, it's always been just the bluntness of Brendon or a less welcoming name that Brendon doesn't want to repeat or be heard said.

Dallon seems to notice the distant look in the Hybrids eyes as he thinks but luckily enough he doesn't say anything about the topic, instead he types the name and the other pieces of information that Brendon tells him to complete the advertising.

"Photograph?"Brendon perks up, sitting up straighter.

"Yeah, to show everyone what you look like."Dallon can't help but to chuckle, letting out a sound of surprise whenever Brendon has managed to pounce from the Recliner to the sofa."Brendon, what are you doing- Dude!"

Brendon has managed to wiggle himself into Dallons lap, stuck between the Humans chest and the laptop that remains balancing on Dallons knees. Dallon sputters whenever the Hybrids silky tail brushes against his mouth and nose, causing him to scrunch his nose up. Brendon seems unfazed, settling into Dallons lap with a smile.

"Um, what are you doing?"He asks in confusion, his voice coming out embarrassed and flustered at having someone sitting on his lap, especially with someone as attractive as Brendon who seems to pay no attention to the fact that he's now sitting in a strangers lap.

"Waiting for you to take my photograph."He replies simply, smiling at the screen as he waits. The Hybrids ears are standing up to show them off, tail containing to sway behind him and in Dallons face which continues to make the man sputter.

"Brendon, I was gonna take your photo where you sat, you don't need to be sitting on my lap."Dallon tries to explain as nicely as he can, bringing his hands up to try and bat away at the silky black tail that Brendon has the pleasure of having.

"You could take my photo here."The Hybrid declares, turning his head with his photo ready smile on his face. Dallon is unable not to stare at the beauty in front of him. Brendons smile is large and bright, a set of white feline sharp teeth and the corners of his eyes crinkling with how hard he's smiling, ready for his photo.

"Right, o-okay."He stutters, blushing whenever Brendon lets out a purr of content and muzzles the side of his face against Dallons shoulder as a thanks before he turns his attention back to the Laptop screen. Dallon moves his finger over the mouse to get the laptop camera up and working, telling Brendon to smile before he clicks.

"Now both of us!"Brendon declares, clapping his hands in excitement whenever he is shown the photograph. Dallon had managed to dodge being seen, although it's noticeable that Brendon is sitting on someone's lap.

"Brendon, we don't need a photograph of us together."

"But why not?"Brendon frowns.

"Because we don't need one. It was only a photo of you to find you a new owner. You'll get yourself one and then we'll never see each other ever again."Dallon says rather bluntly, causing the Hybrids ears to lower into his hair immediately out of sadness.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just wanted a photograph of us because you're the first person to ever be nice to me, Sir."Brendon whispers, managing to slide out of Dallons lap whenever the man moves the laptop. The Hybrid immediately goes for back to where the recliner is, sitting in front of it and picking up the ball of yarn again out of sadness.

Oddly, Dallons heart aches for the Hybrid who has retreated back to being quiet. He feels bad for the way he spoke to him, but he just wanted to get it across that they weren't going to know each other for long and not to get too attached. But, that doesn't change the fact he should've said it gentler.

"Oh Brendon,"He sighs, closing the laptop and setting it to the side. He makes his way over to where Brendon sits, sitting down beside him on the floor, long legs stretched out in front of him."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt but you have to know that you're only staying here because we agreed to find you a new home."

"I'd rather stay here. It's warm and you're kind to me, even if you are grumpy."Brendon mutters, is tail coming to wrap around himself as he plays with the yarn between his fingers, making it a tangled mess much to his enjoyment.

"I'm don't know a thing about Hybrids, nevermind you. Who knows what way you were trained."

"If you're talking about housetrained, I can pee in a toilet, thank you very much."Brendon scrunches up his nose, squinting over at the human who in return awkwardly fixes his glasses out of embarrassment.

"I'm not an owner."Dallon tries a different approach, trying to get his point across that he can't even look after himself properly, nevermind a mischief Hybrid.

"Hmm..."The Hybrid squints at Dallon, staring at him In a way of analysing the human. He guess his plump lips a lick before he turns back to his yarn."Maybe it's because you're a Daddy, not an Owner."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"His face reddens with a blush, down his neck and all the way up to the tips of his ears. He awkwardly fiddles with his glasses, taking them off and cleaning them with his hoodie before putting them back on, staring over at Brendon who in return shrugs his shoulders.

"A Daddy. You're caring and sweet, even if you try not to be, and grumpy sometimes but all Daddy's are so that's okay. And you like to be in charge, give rules but you're not strict or mean or controlling. I can tell that's what you are."Brendon speaks quickly, his own blush on his cheeks."And you're a cuddlier. And you don't like to give punishments, but you have a short temper."

"Are you reading my mind?"

"No, silly!"Brendon giggles, looking over at Dallon once again with a small smile on his face."But was I right? Are you a Daddy, Sir?"

"Yes, I'm a Daddy."Dallon admits sheepishly, looking away from Brendon.

"That's good! Because I'm a Little!"The Hybrid shouts with far too much enthusiasm, causing Dallon to flinch at the loudness and for the Hybrid to cover his mouth."Sorry."

"Look, this doesn't mean anything, alright? Just because I'm a Daddy and you're a little it does not mean that I'm going to take you in."Dallon speaks calmly, rubbing a hand over his face in tiredness."You're only staying here until we find you somewhere else to stay, understand?"

"Understand, Sir."Brendon frowns, going back to his yarn.

"Can you please stop calling me sir?"

"Can I call you Daddy, Sir?"

"No, Brendon."

Please tell me your thoughts! I love to write for this and I'm sorry for the late update, it's been emotional the last couple of days.

Your opinion on Dallon putting a notice for Brendon?

The whole Daddy!dallon and Little!Brendon business?

Who do you think might want to take Brendon in?

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