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“Ptew!” Stark perked his ears up, the tiny little sneeze from across the room all too audible to him. He glanced across the little cabin the two had found abandoned. In front of the fire, wrapped up in a blanket, and still shivering, Shirako was rubbing his nose. Within a moment, Stark we kneeling next to him with a rag. There wasn’t anything else to serve as a ...

“Ow! Watch the floof, it’s getting all caught up in it!”The little Xero could only laugh. “It’s not my fault you’ve got so much of it. I love that you just call it fluff outright.” Amusing as the interaction was for him, Ziggy was actually struggling to help get this costume on the alien. “I’ve heard it called fur, fluff, fuzz, hair, what have you. Never heard somebody use the word floof unironically.” ...

In the confines of his small home, Ziggy was almost completely curled around a dull, olive green lantern fruit nearly half of his own size. His fur was matted down in some places by little bits of yellow-colored goop and pulp, though most of that stuff was collected in chunks in a nearby bowl. He had no idea how many he’d done so far, some he’d already done by request, some he gave away as display example...