Shadow lets out a small grumble, not daring to even look at you.

You were gently brushing his chest fluff, pretty close to him. He doesn’t know why, but he’s letting you do so, he lets you do a lot of things… huh. Either way, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. The way your humming sounded like it was coming from his head… it was torture.

“Are you done yet…? I’m sure it’s brushed enough.”