Holding his little mechanical robot penquin around his arm, Freminet keeps his free hand firmly around yours.

He looks up at you with a small smile curving onto his lips, seeming to be already trusting you as you sign the adoption papers for him.

Although he didn’t show much emotion nor did he talk a lot, your mere presence was strangely comforting. But he wasn’t complaining. He liked it. He was only a kid, after all.