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PLOP!


Mud ended up caking her right square in the face. Aika had fallen asleep during the recent rain. Her beautiful silver coat was drenched in wet sloop of mud. The royal didn't get time to properly clean herself. While she didn't.. despise it, it clung a little too hard from time to time. Aika much preferred the cleaniness.


The smack had caught her so off guard, she only grasped the last bit of another voice. An overstimulated complaint.


In her language. Peeling her eyes open from the mud, she couldn't help. There was no one there. Was she dreaming? No. She was wide awake after that.


With a formal shake of her head, a wipe of her paw— silver fur pulled as she stood up. Going past the tree she had slumbered beside. It only took her a bit of time before she caught a glimpse of a bundle of fur caked.. no


Its coat was drenched in mud. Like it had slumped through a swampland. He looked pitiful. Concern immediately rose in her chest. Aika couldn't register who it was. The mud made it difficult to began unfolding the colors of their coat. “あら、お嬢さん、何かお手伝いしましょうか？” ( "Oh my dear, do you need help?")

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