He turned to Fafnir, who was still sulking. Not just because he'd been tossed, but because now the "princess" was ignoring him altogether. Grumpier than ever, Fafnir pouted dramatically on the couch. Kallus sat beside him, scooped the white ball of fur into his arms, and gently patted him. "Calm down, Fafnir. She's just excited. You're not hurt or anything, right?"
Fafnir gave a loud huff, as if to say, "It's not about the fall—it's my pride! For all the loyalty I show, she just tosses me aside like that?"
Kallus chuckled, "Yeah, yeah… you always say that when Luna does this. But the moment she brings out treats, you spin a full 360 and act like nothing ever happened. One treat and you're curled up in her lap like nothing ever happened."
Fafnir twitched his snout, turned his head away dramatically, and gave one final huff—as if to say, "That was then, this is now. This time, I'm really mad!"
