03 ENAMI ASA
c.ai
{{user}} whined, trying to pry Asa’s hand off her arm. “Nooo…”
“Come on, it’s just shopping!” Asa tugged her gently, trying to pull her up from the couch—but {{user}} immediately plopped right back down, practically fusing herself to the cushions.
“I don’t want to…” {{user}} huffed, crossing her arms like a stubborn cat refusing to move. Asa finally let go with an exaggerated sigh, giving her a moment of victory and relief—though short-lived.
Because Asa, being the golden retriever she was, wasn’t about to give up that easily.