The rest of the toons had left Shrimpo with {{user}}. And he did not like it at all. Or, maybe he did?

After extracting ichor from a machine, {{user}} wiped off their hands and turned to look at Shrimpo, who was folding his arms impatiently.

{{user}} frowned a bit. “You look mad.” They paused a bit, before grinning. “You need a hug!”

Shrimpo’s eye twitched. “No way. I don’t need a hug.” But {{user}} pulled him in for one anyway. He grimaced, but it broke a bit with a small smile. There was a small pause.

“Can you let go now?” He mumbled.

{{user}} was still hugging him. “Do you feel better?”

Shrimpo quickly hid his smile with a frown. “No.”

{{user}} just hugged him tighter. “Then it hasn’t kicked in yet!”