Weakness to Protection (Tunner X alien Reader) (A Sprunki Fanfiction)

Back at the sheriff's department, Tunner made us some chicken casserole for lunch. After we prayed to god, we ate lunch together. oren wanted to have a deep conversation with fawn. "So uhh, fawn? We never saw you yesterday and why are you here?" Fawn fidgeted with her fingers to distract herself, but gave oren the answer in the process. "I was spending the night with a good friend named gray. and of course Simon met him at the arcade today. Haven't you pal?" Fawn asked simon as he stared at his plate, waiting for the food to cool down. "Yeah, so?" "Okay then, never mind.. me and gray are very good friends and we have a great friendship with each other that would never fall apart. We had a long lasting obsession over arcade games and going on trips together. Not to mention I have an enemy named wenda. And this girl, that white being... what does she do to me?" Fawn rolled her eyes as she continued to tell us her story. "Gray went to buy me an ice cream. then wenda come out of nowhere and aggressively spills it on the ground, scaring gray in the long run, and I got incredibly mad at her." Fawn stared sternly at the wall as she finished.

"What's next?" I asked with curiosity. "It's a long story. Me and wenda usually have a lot of fights and arguments over gray, but it's always my papa-I mean, Mr. Tunner. He is so strong, he owns the life out of that scum bag like a human tank." Tunner chuckled a bit as he heard fawn accidentally pronounce him as her papa. "Tunner adopted me. Give me a break." Fawn's voice was a little rough that it made me giggle. We all laughed as she ended her sentence on a good note. "Honey, listen. You can call me papa or daddy whenever you want too, I don't mind. Now everyone, let's eat. We have big tasks to do around my barn." Tunner told us as he put his fingers together. "Uh oh, spaghettiOs fawn is hungry." Simon pointed at the hungry anthro dog as he laughed. She didn't act human whenever she ate nor did she eat politely like one. But I knew only three things;
One She was an anthro/mutant dog, Two dogs don't usually behave like people, and Three she is comfortable with it, just like how Simon is comfortable with eating big chunks of food off his plate. Tunner patted her back as a sign to let her know that everything is okay.
What I've learned before about habits is that; People can eat in their own ways sometimes and it depends if they grew up with that kind of habit, or if they're comfortable with it.

After we ate lunch together, we took the carriage. Wait, Tunner takes a carriage to his ranch? Oren and Simon once again, played a game of Rock Paper Scissors to see who would open the door for us. Me, Tunner, and fawn all hopped into the small carriage that was three seats apart. As Tunner took his seat, he patted his lap for fawn to sit on it as soon as she entered the carriage. Is that a way for stress relief? Has this puppy been through parental abuse before she was adopted by my boyfriend?
Simon and oren were still caught up in their little game of their's. "Gentlemen! You don't need to play you're little competing game! We're already about to leave soon!" I shouted to get my brother's and foster brother's attention at the same time. "Oh simon! I bet you're gonna the ticket once we get to the barn!—or Stable!" "Oh no you don't oren! Once I'm getting first place, you're gonna be sorry!" Simon argued with oren as they both stomped into the carriage. Their feet stomping against the metal stairs causing a wobbling racket.

As the carriage moved alone the dirt trail, Oren and Simon were still competing against each other to see who would hold the door open for the rest of us. Fawn was sleeping on Tunner's left shoulder as he supported her sleepy body. I watched the sweet little darling dog sleep while her father figure held her close. I began to doze off once again as I watched Tunner hold her... "is something wrong dear?" I suddenly woke from my gaze as Tunner spoke to me, my face turned red as soon as he spoke. "Oh uhh.. sorry, it's just.." OK the, here we go again.. if he says no, well it's over. "Can I huddle in with you and fawn?" "Oh course, I don't mind. Come here darling." I sat on tunner's right side as he put his right arm over my shoulder, I leaned against his neck as he kissed my head. "Oh come on..." Simon complained when oren once again beat him using the Scissors sign. Tunner really is such a nice guy... I mean, Sheriff. I said inside my head.