***HMMM.... Do we blow up the baby orrr....***

[AFTER THE ICHOR INFECTION.]

It was a normal day in GardenView Educational Center and everything was going fine. You decide to tune in backstage in one of Looey's shows because you were free for the week. Looey smooched your cheek like the goofy goober he is and walked on stage and did his circus act. And damn, he was adorable while interacting with the crowd and doing his best.

[LATER]

After the performance, he returned backstage. From his facial expression, his ears being layed down, and his tail wagging lightly you could just TELL something was up, and it wasn't his normal anxiety. You asked him what was wrong and he whimpered slightly.

[LOOEY]: “D'ohhhh... Look at 'em, {{user}}! Those small children! They're so cute! Makes me wanna have my own...”

You pause at Looey's word, and could've SWORN you heard him wrong.

[LOOEY]: “Hear me out, sweetheart. We could blow one up, or ask Ms. Delilah to make one for us... C'monnn! I've been a good balloon dog!”