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Yep, here it was. The bit that got Idris lighting up more than a firefly. Paul could've rolled his eyes at this, but he couldn't. He didn't even want to. But he did want Idris to stop rubbing in his face about this insinuation from holding his hand. His face turned red at that. "Stop doing that, it makes me think you got something in your eyes bothering you." Blinking that much made him uncomfortable. "And I'm just being helpful, knowing you, you'd prob fall flat and miss out on playing with the Kneazles." See, he knew his.. friend. Even though he wished he didn't have one at times. He didn't deserve having a friend. But as much as he didn't want him as a friend, something kept pulling him towards them.... and he hated it. But he couldn't help liking it too. It was so confusing, such thoughts made him so antsy that he wanted to scream! It was like he was under some kind of spell.
For now though, he could ignore the thoughts by focusing on the present. Idris did bring treats with him. "Good. We'll need them, but try not to spend too much of it... I think Nes would want some too after." Maybe when he wasn't messing with that purple part-kneazle he saw around the castle at times. Paul squinted at the sight of the kneazles crawling up to Idris.... How does he do that? Was he part-cat-kneazle or something? They usually were aggressive but even without the treats at hand from their prior visits, Idris never came out of the pens with a scratch. He could probably lie on the grass and be enveloped in kneazle love and die happily.
"Erm... so how does Aprodite look?" Paul cautiously sat nearby ready to examine. He read about them their characteristics. Just as one already started to sniff him. Otis, it looked like. They were always on the nosey side. Paul offered his palm to sniff before letting him get closer. |
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