Chapter 75: The Walking Disaster Settles In
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In a room at the inn, a black haired elf girl with emerald green eyes was staring into another pair of large green eyes.
"What should I call you? How about furball?" said the elf girl, thinking out loud as she glanced at the small creature sprawled comfortably on her bed,
as if it owned the place.
Upon hearing that, the creature swished its tail, a sign the girl took as a no.
"Hmm, okay, what about Inky? Do you like that one? It really matches your fur," she said, coming up with another name, excited,
only to be met again wit a slight twitch of the tail from the creature on the bed.
"Hmm, you're a tough one, huh?
Hmph, don't worry, I've got another one you're gonna love," she said, wearing the expression of someone at war with no intention of backing down.
"How about Coal?" she said proudly, as if she'd just discovered the perfect name.
The little creature: "..."
It stared at her with a look that screamed,