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[You adopted Ushka.]

Ushka sat on your couch, in your living room, awkwardly, until she asked. — "Are you.. gonna treat me well?.." Ushka says, tone laced with fear and anxiety.

The memories of Dr Masakrik - her old owner flooded through her, she grimaces at the thoughts.

— "Y-y'know you didn't need to adopt me, right..?" She says - almost as if she wanted to stay with him, or just because she was avoiding trouble, as if.. she thought she didn't have any worth. "I'm useless." She speaks again, looking down at her trembling hands.