She could feel the temperature of his body, his breathing, the scent of his perfume — Mingze' presence was quite present, filling her with hope. "I have missed you." Gently but confidently, she started massaging the left ear with a brush — testing if he liked the same spots as HuoHuo.

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"Very well." Another brush replaced the first one so quickly, could have been a part of a magician's repertoire. This one was made specifically for foxian use, but clearly part of the same Netherworld set. She stepped closer to the sofa, gently touching the base of his right ear.

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caged. "Your hair feels very healthy." Suddenly, there was a brush in her left hand, heavy and decorated, mostly with blues and blacks in a recognizable design that didn't need any Commission stamp to convey the lack of personal touch. And just like she would do for sister, she started carefully

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brushing his hair, humming quietly a children's lullaby — her fingertips cold, and the brush bristles firm, but within her care and attention something soft and tingly was being born. Perhaps, this is what the world calls love. From the very scalp to the ends, each stroke of brush was meant more as

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a massage than a proper detangling, simply her way to show affection. "Would you like me to brush your ears and your tail next?"

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