His master was very adorable.
He always a little dazed, clumsy, pure-hearted—yet more noble and beautiful than anyone else.
Everytime he spot him, his face would lighting up like a blooming flower as he toddled over—it was nothing short of angelic.
And when he tripped and fell, tearing up in an instant? He looks pitiful, yes, but he also look unbearably cute.
That same adorable master was, as usual, happily enjoying his teatime.
His round cheeks puffed as he chewed the cookies, completely absorbed in devouring his cookies.
Watching him like this never failed to soothe Ragar's heart.
"Hm? Ragar, come here. Let's eat cookies together."
Perhaps because Ragar had been staring at him too intently, his master seemed to have misinterpreted his gaze as longing for cookies.
Noticing, his master waved him over with a small hand and patted the seat beside him invitingly.
The sight was so endearing that Ragar almost felt like coughing up blood.
