After Picking Up an Eight-Tailed Cat
Can I touch your tail?" The boy, lounging on the couch, lazily flicked his eyelids. "Which one do you want to touch?" "Any one of them," I answered, eyes practically glued to the eight fluffy tails swaying behind him, so soft and plush I could hardly look away.
"But I don't really want to offer you any," he arched one elegant brow, a sly smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Unless you’re willing to trade for yourself."
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