The moment the apology wast sent, she gently placed one of those fuzzy paws atop her head.

"Apology accepted, dearie."

The tone of voice was MUCH calmer now. Warm.

Almost like being wrapped up in a hug, even.

"Now, could I know your name? Mine's Demona."
" Well I - "

It was hard to get a word in , instead just having to look down and away with a bit of a pout.

" . . . . . "

Growl.

" Sorrry. I /guess/. "

She wanted to make it sound kind of venomous.

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