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"It's so fluffy and soft" you said admirably while continuing to gently stroke the small, cute pink cat ears.
Rosco pushed your hand away, embarrassed, cheeks slightly red. He pouted, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. You couldn't resist the temptation to tease him:
- Aww come on, feeling embarrassed?
- Shut up, he replied, holding your hand tightly to prevent you from touching his ears again, his cold palm against your warm hand. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel that bad. You also started pouting, growing impatient:
- Oh someone really doesn’t like feeling embarrassed, huh? Come on… Let me pet your ears, just one more time… Please? You asked with pleading eyes.
He loosened his grip on your hand, letting you free.
- Fine… But just because it’s you. And don’t get too confident.
You both know that he added the last part just to keep up appearances. Smiling to yourself, you went back to gently pet him, starting with his pink messy hair. Rosco had really pretty hair , at least, that was what you thought. His hair was soft to the touch and the different shades of pink added something extra. You massaged his scalp for a little while, watching as he relaxed under your hands. Grinning, you finally moved to his ears again, starting with a shy touch before getting more confident and playful. He shifted slightly under your hand, clearly not used to this attention You laughed softly and were about to say something but he was quicker:
- Don’t you dare say anything stupid or I’m gonna run you over with a tractor. And no more petting for you.
You stopped your movements, making a false outraged expression
- Me? Saying something stupid? How dare byou!
He crossed his arms, clearly teasing you now:
- Not my fault if 90% of the things you say are just dumb.
- You’re the one talk- Hmphh! You couldn’t finish your sentence as Rosco used one hand to silence you. After a moment, he removed it and raised an eyebrow:
- You were saying?
- I hate you. I hate you so much.
- Yeah, yeah that’s why you were literally begging earlier to play with my ears.
Before you could protest, he shifted his position and sat on your lap, his head resting against your chest. He tilted his head back to look at you, waiting for a reaction. You sighed heavily, your hand finding its way back to his fluffy ears, scratching them carefully. Rosco closed his eyes content. After a few minutes, you rubbed them a bit more intensely, causing him to let out a soft sound. You looked at the flesh golem, teasingly. His eyes were still closed and a light shade of pink was noticeable on his cheeks. He was clearly at least a little embarrassed. You bit your lips to repress your laugh and tried to talk:
- Did you just…
But he cut you off, quickly.
- No I didn’t.
- But—
- S-Shut up I don’t know what you’re talking about.
His cheeks were getting redder as the conversation went on. You tried reassuring him:
- Don’t worry, that was a very cute meow. He opened his eyes and looked at you, frustrated:
- If you keep mentioning this, I’m sending you to the grave myself.
- So you’re sending me to yourself? Not like I’d say no.
He groaned: - You’re truly insufferable sometimes.
- I know, I know but to be fair, I have a very strong opponent.
He shrugged and you ruffled his hair aggressively before patting his head. You whispered softly, so he couldn’t hear you:
- Hmmm… What a good boy.
- What did you just say?
- Ah? I said nothing, you replied innocently.
He looked at you again, slightly annoyed then went back to his original position, head resting against your lap and eyes closed before finally saying:
- I hate you so much.
- Love you too goofy.