Ask my muse a question and they will respond with a blatant lie.

"Oh, you weren't aware? I don't eat. I persist on internal energy alone. One might even say I create it. Certainly enough to share."

“Weird.”

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“Oh, I do. And yet nobody else seems to share that point of view. Not until you came along, in any case.” It always somehow slipped people’s minds that something could easily be both a game and hold some purpose - but then, it was very easy to play people who’d convinced themselves everything he did had some deeper, nefarious purpose. Desperation born from paranoia was a delightful tool.

The utter lack of anything of the sort in the pup made him... harder to predict. A novelty to deal with, as well. Valrún would fit in well among the peoples of the Silver Galaxy, even with his extent of flippancy bordering on blasphemous by many of their standards.

"WAVER!!" Runs over and greets him with a hug, squishing him in between her arms a little too tightly. (Will she ever be delicate?? Nope!) "Did you miss your wonderful emperor?? Because I did miss you! How have you been doing! Do you still wear the socks I gifted you?"

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Breathe. Centre yourself. It is passed.

The pressure in the air lessened gradually as the black hole wrested himself back into a semblance of serenity. This was exactly why beings who had no fear whatsoever were bothersome. Touch came in too many forms, and some of them sparked problematic reflexes.

The obvious signalling of surrender and vulnerability from the pup helped, at the very least. Instincts were an annoyance.