“Of course, Bardot-san, though, I’ll have to apologize on the condition of said fur. It’s… a little worse for wear.”
It wasn’t something a person who hadn’t met him would even realize, but it was a lot less pristine than usual. Somewhere in between all the shedding from stress and getting thrown into a foreign world, its typical glow had been lost.
This was it. The moment of truth.
Gently, she laid a calloused hand on silver fur, ignoring the stress shedding. Even with the stress and lack of glow, it still felt soft.
“…Fluffy…”
Looks like she had a weakness to cute or fluffy things.
“A-Ah, um… Thank you for letting me touch the fluff- I mean fuwa- I mean fur.”
“…Would you like to pet it, Miss…” he’s waiting for her to give him a name to work with. She has a nice, tough smell to her, and he’s doing his best to take it in. It might come in handy.
“Ah-”
She let out a tiny squeak. That was the first time since Rise that someone pegged her as female right off the bat. Now how about that? Right, name.
“Oh, um, Bardot. Rebecca Bardot. A-And um… Yes I would, i-if that’s alright with you?”
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