*Kicks a box of pacifiers under table* What?
DMX: *still with pacifier in mouth* I SAW TH- *starts to suck more on pacifier and suddenly cheeks go a bit red, then falls on his back smiling and sucking like a baby*
Ain't that cute... I could just bite into him and suck out all his life fluids- and-
*Mar besides Gun, swishing both tails*
Mar: Which fluids? Look at him, he's just pure skinny little baby!
DMX: *shifts to lay on his belly, his tail wagging as he keeps smiling cutely with his cheeks redish, his paws stretching on the ground and still sucking the pacifier*
Gun: It was a term I used in echange for "Awww- I could just it him up!", I wanted my own metaphors/idioms.
Jill: CUTIE!!!
Shadow: Didn't I lock you in the basement?
Jill: I broke out so there, now then, CUTIE!!! *Runs over to DMX and picks him up hugging him tightly* SO CUTE!! SO CUTE!! SO CUTE!! SO CUTE!! SO CUTE!! SO CUTE!!
Shadow: Great she's at it again, *Readies a tranguilizer dart that'd take down an entire herd of elephants* Just say the word DMX.
Shadow: I'm asking if DMX wants her tranged or if I should allow her to continue.
Jill: *Swinging DMX around while hugging him* CUTIE!!!
DMX: *still sucking on the pacifier and smiling while ignoring everything or everyone else, eyes closed and just hugging back*
Mar: Just me, or he became compulsive with that thing?
Gun: I don't know. Pacifiers are evil.