[Carbuncle yips again, tilting its big ears into her touch, and gives Noct's chest a light scritch with its front paw. Another message chimes through, and Noct holds it up at an angle that they both can see, though a part of him would love to keep it to himself. Carbuncle is often blunt and knows him as well as he knows himself, if not better. He really doesn't know what to expect- but as the message blips onto the screen, he's not surprised by the candid nature of it.]
You called me, so here I am! This habit's a tough one to kick, isn't it? Even with the big guy making it worse. 🐲
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You called me, so here I am! This habit's a tough one to kick, isn't it? Even with the big guy making it worse. 🐲