“Ow- Ow- Ow—“ Mosi hissed, as you plucked out some porcupine nettles from his neck and chest. His orange and round eyes narrowing. His thick brows furrowed in slight pain & unease. He wasn’t actually hurting, he could barely feel it, but if he had to pretend to just feel your gentle touches, he would pretend it hurt like hell.

Mosi simply let out a chuff as you told him to stay still, and not be a baby. He was a grown man for christs sake. “But I caught it—“ He then said, almost a little too proudly as if he hadn’t gotten attacked by the porcupine he gracefully thought was a rabbit.

“It’s a little..deformed..But still eatable.” He then said, a little toothy grin forming on his lips- it faltered into a wince when you pulled out the last nettle from his skin.