Squishy or Fluffy? That Is the Question

“Sir Cyril, this is terrible. There are no paw pads.”

Cyril repeated Monica’s words, trying to understand what she meant, but in the end, he understood nothing.

When he looked at Monica in confusion, she gazed up at him with soft, unfocused eyes.

A thin sheen of tears clouded her eyes, and her brows were furrowed sadly.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Monica on the verge of tears, but perhaps because she wore mature makeup and had her hair tied high on her head, she somehow looked different from usual.

“Monica, I’m sorry. Could you say that again?”

“...There are no paw pads.”

She murmured in a sorrowful voice that sounded ready to break into tears, then grabbed Elliott’s hand as he stood nearby.

Elliott let out an unhappy “Gah!?” and looked at Cyril.

“Hey, wait, Cyril. Stop making that scary face. I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything.”...