[ ...gears turning in his head. Kuja draws up to a sit on his knees, legs open. he gathers up the blanket, book hid in the folds, to press against his chest. His tail lays in a limp curl on the bed. It's almost like a joke one would make of demurity.
he was, after all, a pet. there were cetain things he was simply hard-coded to want. and lies were easiest to hide with crumbs of truth. he's the very picture of the defrosting look, don't touch pet that desperately really wanted someone to, actually, that had been delivered to Vic's house absolutely brimming with buried ledes. ]
...Pet the back of my neck again. Like the other day. Then it's all yours.
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he was, after all, a pet. there were cetain things he was simply
hard-coded to want. and lies were easiest to hide with crumbs of truth. he's the very picture of the defrosting look, don't touch pet that desperately really wanted someone to, actually, that had been delivered to Vic's house absolutely brimming with buried ledes. ]
...Pet the back of my neck again. Like the other day. Then it's all yours.