The Viscount's Dog (Private RP)

[SlightPhobia]

The dog murmured quietly that he had not done a thing to wake him. "No?" The boy mumbled in reply, scrubbing at his eye with his fist to wake himself up. It was a useless gesture. He was rather precious looking when he was half-awake; a refreshing change to his prior tantrums. The mention of wetness forced the boy to blush furiously. Glancing down toward his groin, he noted the horrid wet feeling. His eyes pricked as he clenched his jaw. He didn't need to be asked to remove himself from the dog demon! He didn't want to get him dirty... moreover, the fact that he was, at present, wet was enough to shame him into wanting to move away. "...I didn't...." He wasn't denying that he'd done it-- he had meant to say he didn't mean to spoil the garment. Quivering, the boy wiped a few humiliated, albeit silent, tears from his eyes. "Why? ...Why does my body have to be so damnably weak?!" Hunching down, the little drama queen held the top of his head and shrank down lightly. "...Just... don't look at me... This is... unforgivable..." Normal behaviour for the Viscount might have been to blame the dog for his predicament... but for the time being, he cast no blame. He was content, for now, to throw himself a little self-loathing party. Shivering, the boy gave a rather effeminate sniffle before choking: "...I didn't know... I didn't mean it..." It was as though he feared winding up with another set of broken ribs. The dynamic between them had been set-- Sesshomaru had indeed established himself as the dominant role; but the boy also feared unjust punishment. Surely he had misjudged Sesshomaru in that light; or perhaps it was a familiar experience for the boy who acted spoiled and doted upon. Shaking his head, he quietly replied: "...I do not wish to sleep..." He was almost pitiable in such a pose. Though Sesshomaru wished to avoid crying-- the tears came anyhow. They were silent-- but still apparent.

[Rye]

Sesshomaru lifted the boy up from his chest and into a free space beside him on the cover and sat up "calm down Nym , it didn't leak so there's no harm done" he said guessing that was what he was crying about. The male made a slow sigh and hugged Nym "it's okay , you just got a bit of a shock , we'll get you changed out of your wet clothes and then you can start to feel better" he said softly to him as he petted him "your body is not weak , it is indestructible , that is strong. We all have weaknesses Nym , we must do out best to handle and cover them, like with you wearing some protection can make your life much easier" he said calmly letting go of him and wrapping the blankets around him "I forgive you Nym and will forgive you every time you have a accident because it's not your fault" he said getting up and going to the door , asking a nearby servant for his clothes he had had washed and some new clothes for Nym "we're heading to a village today anyway , we'll pick up some better night time protection for you as thick cloth might not be the best , something thinner with more padding will work well." he said returning to him to comfort him and hopefully stop his crying.

[SlightPhobia]

The boy was shifted and seated beside the dog. Cringing, he squirmed in the wet diaper. What an awful feel it was! "...It's awful," he replied dramatically as ever. Though Sesshomaru insisted no harm had been done, Nym felt awful! "It feels awful!" he repeated; "...I don't want to wear it!" Whether he meant the diaper in general or the wet diaper specifically remained to be seen. Though the dog demon had demanded some new clothes, the boy had already begun to paw at the sash at his waist in hopes of trying to remove the wet feel from his body. What an impatient little imp he was! Grunting and fussing, the boy squirmed, glancing up only once the dog had returned to his side. Entertaining all the demon had said, the boy frowned. "...People are going to *see* thick cloth, dunder-head! I would also cherish the notion of free movement! I don't want to stand splay-footed like a duck!" Complain complain! Grouse grouse! So much for compliance.

[Rye]

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes "yes, but you would be in the same situation if you weren't wearing it ; you would still have wet cloth wrapped around you and the only difference now is that it's easier to clean up" he said as e stripped him down to the diaper and laid him out flat , undoing the pins and letting the cloth flop open. The maid returned and laid out clothes as well as a wet cloth and left. The lord cleaned the big baby up as best he could and left him to dress himself , although he had no confidence in him what-so-ever. After all trying a kimono belt could be very difficult. The man left Nym and got himself changed back into the clothes he was wearing easier , looking exactly as they did before Nym had soiled them "get dressed" he ordered gruffly as he tied on his sword belt and got his fur pelt on. "If your really that much against it , fine. But if you wet yourself you'll have to stay like that for the rest of the say" he warned , wondering what he would do , the man knowing that the maid had placed a diaper in with Nym's clothes. Sesshomaru then left and stood outside the door , giving him some privacy.

[SlightPhobia]

"It's not... the same..." He mumbled near defiantly as he tried to fight off the logic of the dog demon. The robe was tugged away from him and Nym frowned awkwardly. It felt cold and awkward to be in nothing but a bit of cloth. Still, he laid back and wrinkled his nose lightly, whimpering and squirming as the cloth between his legs was freed. The wet stain was exposed, and as it was, the boy nipped his lower lip and looked away from it. He didn't want to own such an infantile stain. The oddly obedient way he laid was quite infantile; hardly the thrashing, screaming boy he'd been earllier. The wet rag surely came and as it did, the runt fussed again-- quietly. Sprawling his feet, he wiggled like any small pup would, turning over onto his belly once he was annoyed with the attention to detail. "Neh... I don't like that.." he fussed, pulling himself to sit upon his knees. He waited... and he waited as Sesshomaru disposed of the rag. What? He wasn't to be dressed? Frowning, he gawked at the dog as he wandered out of the room. "...I don't even..." He silenced himself and stared straight away at the pile of garments. Pulling the robe forward, he wrapped it around his shoulders and struggled to feed his arms through it. Naturally, he put on whatever was on TOP of the pile-- the outer robe. Gawking at the plain white under-robe, he pushed it aside and attempted to struggle with the Obi. What Sesshomaru would return to was... comic at best. He'd tied the obi into a simple square knot, leaving the ends to dangle in the FRONT as though he were a common prostitute. The kimono sagged off his shoulders; the robe parted in the front in all the wrong places. He looked... HORRID! "...What on earth am I supposed to do with two robes?" He complained. The diaper remained untouched. It was logical to conclude the boy was completely inept about dressing himself. "...I have a dressing servant. Don't you dare laugh at me!" He complained with a scarlet-faced frown.