[Riz reaches up, settling his hands on Boober's hips. Or, where one would imagine his hips would be under the soft fur of his body. His claws curl very slightly into that very fur, clinging to him.
It's heartening to hear Boober say that he cannot imagine not caring about him. It's the sort of thing he'd imagine his mom or dad saying. That's different, of course. They are family, and family is always supposed to stick together. It is why, the rare times he had talked to anyone, it had always been to his parents. To Riz, there was no danger there is being too much or too troublesome to care about; Sklonda and Pok had amply displayed that their love was truly unconditional.
But maybe friends could be the same. Maybe there were people who'd stick around even if he'd become troublesome.]
I can't imagine you becoming too weird for me either. I like your weirdness.
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It's heartening to hear Boober say that he cannot imagine not caring about him. It's the sort of thing he'd imagine his mom or dad saying. That's different, of course. They are family, and family is always supposed to stick together. It is why, the rare times he had talked to anyone, it had always been to his parents. To Riz, there was no danger there is being too much or too troublesome to care about; Sklonda and Pok had amply displayed that their love was truly unconditional.
But maybe friends could be the same. Maybe there were people who'd stick around even if he'd become troublesome.]
I can't imagine you becoming too weird for me either. I like your weirdness.