259 Vol. 4 pt. 62 Patch 11.0 (1/2)
While Fenrir finds himself surrounded by fluff to end all fluff, a certain companion of his finally catches up and is not pleased when she sees the sight.
Fenrir, with one of the happiest smiles that any of the girls have ever seen on his face before, is surrounded by fluff and he's struggling to give them all equal attention.
Rock stands there, watching on with soulless eyes as other animals get scratched and petted.
”H-hey,” Cassiel says, tugging on Serra's and Azalabulia's arms to redirect their attention to the defeated Rock.
”She's being cheated on,” Serra says. ”Poor Rock.”
”Is… is she jealous?” Azalabulia asks.
Rock slumps her front half and whines.
While Fenrir continues enjoying a world full of fluffy bliss, unaware of the fact that Rock is watching him, his girlfriends try their best to comfort his original pet.
”It's okay, Rock. You're cuter,” Serra says, petting Rock's head.
All Rock does is whine and lie down on all fours.
”Yeah, don't worry about it,” Cassiel says, unsure of how she should sound when trying to comfort an animal. It doesn't help that Rock is made out of rock and does not have a single spot of fur anywhere on her body. Some parts of her kind of look scratchy and stick out a bit to give a very weak illusion of being fluffy, but alas, there is no fluff. Her belly and tongue are the closest things to softness on her body, and they're both just really smooth rather than soft.
Rock whimpers and rolls onto her side.
”How about a belly rub?” Cassiel asks, rubbing Rock's belly.
Rock huffs and whines.
”Wow… a dog who doesn't want a belly rub,” Azalabulia says. ”I thought all dogs loved belly rubs.”
”She usually does. She must be really depressed,” Cassiel says. ”Poor girl.”
”I'll go tell Fen to stop cucking her,” Serra says.
While Cassiel and Azalabulia try comforting Rock, Serra heads over to where Fenrir has been surrounded.
There are five of the creatures around him now.
Just looking at them fills Serra with a sense of danger.
With how soft and fluffy the creatures look, even Serra understands that one touch of their fluff might be all that it takes to get lost in their pristine wool.
But, she must be brave for Rock's sake.
Serra steps closer and says, ”Fen.”
”What?” Fenrir asks in response, his eyes shut from sheer joy and not even bothering to open and look at her.
”You're making Rock jealous.”
Fenrir's eyes snap open as he forces himself to stop partaking in the fluffing of supreme fluff. When he looks over the sheep that have surrounded him, he sees a depressed Rock failing to be comforted by Cassiel and Azalabulia. ”Oh. I – I didn't know Rock was here,” he says.
”She's jealous because she doesn't have any fluff.”
”But being rocky and smooth has its own appeal! I'd be disappointed if Rock did have fluff.”
”She doesn't know that.”
”Yeah, you're right. It's not like that's something I've ever brought up before.”
”Go make her feel better and tell her it's okay to not be fluffy.”
”Alright, I – hey, wait. She totally went behind me and got addicted to Shogun. Isn't she being spoiled if she's upset about me and fluff when she has Shogun?”
”But Shogun has your approval. These things don't have her approval.”
”That still sounds unfair.”
”Don't argue. Rock is depressed and needs comforting. You're her owner. It's your job to make her feel better even if she is being spoiled.”
”So, am I supposed to try and cheer you up if you're ever upset for something silly and acting spoiled?”
”Yeah,” Serra says, nodding her head. ”That's common sense.”
”That doesn't sound very fair,” Fenrir says.