[And so it is, that the most feared conqueror in the universe finds himself holding an unbelievably fluffy dog.]
You... you are right. It really is... soft...
[Somehow, he instinctively finds a way to hold Futon that is both comfortable for Gorthan himself and for Gracia's pet, and that also enables one of his hands to scratch him under the chin, as he was instructed.]
This... this is...
[And for some reason, there's now a wet gleam in Gorthan's eyes. He's been alive for centuries, perhaps millennia. But these sensations, this... warmth is entirely foreign, and it overload his senses to the point that he's now on the verge of tears.]
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You... you are right. It really is... soft...
[Somehow, he instinctively finds a way to hold Futon that is both comfortable for Gorthan himself and for Gracia's pet, and that also enables one of his hands to scratch him under the chin, as he was instructed.]
This... this is...
[And for some reason, there's now a wet gleam in Gorthan's eyes. He's been alive for centuries, perhaps millennia. But these sensations, this... warmth is entirely foreign, and it overload his senses to the point that he's now on the verge of tears.]