Thesilid alternately examined his front and back paws. Having noticed the soot covering his body, he must have guessed what fate awaited him.
Sure enough, his sea-blue eyes trembled as he looked up at me.
“We can do what we couldn’t at the Heizenberg mansion today, right?”
Specifically, attending to your bath.
I added with a gentle smile spreading across my face.
[‘The Balance-Tuning Critic’ remarks that it looks like an evil smile.]
“…!”
Thesilid jumped in place and then backed away hesitantly. But behind him was the door, and the unyielding door was as good as a wall.
“Got you, my fox.”
“…”
As I carefully lifted him, supporting his body, Thesilid flinched sharply but didn’t resist.
His triangular ears and tail drooped as if waving a white flag. His reluctant acceptance—something he only permitted for me—was utterly adorable.
I’d have to repay him with an unforgettable bubble bath and a blissful full-body massage.
“Alright, shall we go? To the bathtub.”