"Six weeks without you is going to be hard on me, Jakob," Donnie said to the tiger beside him.
Jakob continued to lay on the hillside, gazing up at the countless stars above them. "It won't be easy for me either, Donnie. After all, the army's going to work me hard." He looked over a Donnie, a small canine of mixed breed, smiling at him. "Promise you'll write me every day?"
"Every morning, noon, and night if I have to, sweetie."
The tiger placed his hands behind his head and resumed his stargazing. "You mean right after you wake up in the morning? That may be traumatic for me to think of you just waking up."
Donnie suddenly punched Jakob on the arm, his fist striking the toned triceps. "You jerk. You've been waking up next to me for two years now and you survived with your sanity pretty much intact."
Jakob rubbed his arm as if it hurt from the blow, chuckling. "Hey, no punches on the arm. I'm fragile." He gave Donnie a pout, ears folded back with his lower lip pooching out.
"Like I could ever hurt anyone built like you, you big liar." Donnie was close to five feet, seven inches. Jakob was close to seven feet in height. They were a mismatched couple to anyone who didn't know them. He laid back down on the grass to join Jakob in watching the stars twinkle above them.
Jakob, however, was focused on Donnie. "You did hurt me! When did you learn to be so abusive?"
"I guess living with you just made me meaner over the years," Donnie said before suddenly getting pinned by Jakob, who rolled over on top of him. All incoming protests were suddenly cut off as the tiger kissed the canine.