[Henry sits bolt upright with a loud OOF and the only thing stopping him from grabbing the little critter up by her tail and hurling her across the room thanks to his Survival Horror Protag Relfexes is the fact that his arms are pinned to his side by his sleeping bag.]
[He blinks groggily down at the happy cub on his lap and then sags.]
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[He blinks groggily down at the happy cub on his lap and then sags.]
Uuuugh, Scarlet. What is Heather feeding you?