#(( also im dying over GRANDE THEFT FERRET fdgjndfjgd ))

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✧   「   @the-ultimate-muses   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 A mess made indeed, milk dripping from dark fur to leave spots upon the ground... A trail that follows Gundham as the ruined bottle is disposed of, remnants being crunched by small yet surprisingly-strong jaws. Sound fills the air as a background melody to the Overlord's mumblings. Complaints fall on deaf ears. Or perhaps merely ones that do not care ( a twitch betraying that they DO work ) , knowing the Caretaker may scold but will not punish for the indiscretion. Buddy has witnessed the largest of the three voice similar feelings to the others, smothering them with affection soon after.

There's nothing to fear from Gundham. He's all chiding and no chancla.

... In terms of taste, the bottle is not the best. Li'l Buddy already silently laments the loss of his drink. A harsh lesson in patience learned. Still, the texture is pleasant. For that, he makes a note to wait until he has FINISHED draining a bottle before eating its crunchy outer shell. Clearly that is the intention of the treat.

Legs dangling as he hangs limply under Gundham's arm, they flop without so much as a shred of struggle as the breeder repositions him. Facing the other with large, unfocused eyes, it's difficult to tell if the strange creature is actually paying attention to Gundham or the words being spoken. Slowly blinking, eyes close in an uncoordinated manner. Mouth slightly agape, soft steady breath can be felt lightly wafting onto the breeder's face... before a tongue swipes out to lick the tip of Gundham's nose. A lingering movement, it drags a sticky trail across with no sense of urgency before retreating back into an open maw. A kiss.

His new Mother doesn't taste as good as milk... but still better than bottle. 「 ☆ 」