[The small weasel girl--literally, this day--scurried over to him, sniffing at his heels and looping around his feet cheerfully. Obviously, she was happy to see him.]
[Misao would've eaten anything as a weasel, but she saw that wince and gave him a suspicious look. Well, as suspicious as one could look while being a weasel.]
[She jumped lightly onto his lap, inspecting him with her paws and her small nose.]
[A small snuffle, and she jumped up and down, looking at him disapprovingly. There was blood on those bandages, and she scowled, chattering away in weasel language.]
...Misao?
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Misao?
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At least this hasn't dampened your spirits. Come on, I'll get you something to drink.
[Walking towards the kitchen, careful not to step on her.]
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[She ran after him, trailing like a streak of fur after his feet.]
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I'd get you food but I don't know what weasels eat.
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[She jumped lightly onto his lap, inspecting him with her paws and her small nose.]
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Hey, knock it off, you don't have to do that!
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You're making less sense than usual. I'm fine, alright?
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[Finally, she calmed down to point her paw at the bandages.]
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