Phew, everything’s back to normal. The destruction level, even the color of my fur.
From what just happened, I learned two things. One is that a passionate embrace can somehow calm him down, and the other is that it’s better to give up on fixing the genre.
To show him he’d done well, I gently stroked him from his head to his back. I know from experience that when you’re an animal, you become simple and find happiness in small things.
As expected, my touch seemed to please him, and the fox’s long eyes, filled with sea-blue irises, narrowed contentedly.
Based on my experience from yesterday, I carefully chose to touch only the spots a fox would love, like the chin, forehead, and along the spine.
How’s that? My touch feels good, doesn’t it? It must feel amazing.
I was fully engrossed in mesmerizing Thesilid. It was around the time he was almost ready to surrender to…