My brain at the end of the year-... what
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*Although Grujaja didn't see it, bizziboy liked their physical contact at the moment. He was so gentle, warm, neat, and so necessary for both of them. Grujaja himself wasn't particularly tactile, but behind that intimidating look, there was definitely a desire for affection that was very difficult to ask for, and it was also difficult to find someone who could give it, but now that someone was here, in front of Grujaja. And this someone himself was not averse to giving Grujaja affection and care, because he knew what kind of a big guy he was. And to be honest, he didn't really like that the big guy was wearing this cone.. or did Grujaja put it on himself? It didn't matter, he was sad that he hadn't seen Bizziboy's face, but he knew what it was like.*
*He wanted to see him, to see the familiar features again, which he had never considered something vile or intimidating because of the stitches on bizziboy's face, he had never cared or been afraid of it. And despite the fact that they were already used to each other, this bizziboy still treated Grujaja carefully and calmly, if suddenly Grujaja didn't like something about his actions, or, God forbid, pushed him away from himself. But he believed that Grujaja believed him, so he got up on his knees, because, as mentioned earlier, this bizziboy is low compared to Grujaja, and taking hold of the edge of the big man's cone, he slowly began to lift it off bizziboy's head until he raised it to such a level that Grujaja's face was revealed to him, and Grujaja saw the face of his companion, who had been here with him all this time, namely..*
*Clover.*
Day XXV - Grujaja did not pull away. The larger drainite rather ; once able to see her companion clearly - lets out a deep ; happy rumble. Though usually it'd be rather averse to the removal of it's cone - seeing as it's had the item for /years,/ this was different. She brings her paws to it's chest to fidget mindlessly as it stared through the mess of scraggly hair to look /at/ Clover, stub tail flicking back and forth. Clover was a welcome companion - one Grujaja would prefer over plenty of the other bizzy boys, considering their loud nature and bothersome activities. but Clover was quiet - Clover /knew/ how to interact with it - to give her time. And Grujaja was grateful for that patience. That willingness to wait until she was ready - ready to really look at his face. It would prefer to see it more often, Grujaja thought. It was nice not being lonely.
I maaaaaadeeeeeee a bizzy boy sona!!! Introducing Co!... lame name but - give him a few more days and surely he will solve da mysteries!! im obsessed wif dis game hollyyyyy fuck
another bizzy boy I made
Look at my barber bruh 😭 it’s gonna shave my head off 😢