Before Mika could even begin to process this revelation, Astrid provided a perfect, horrifying demonstration of exactly why she had all those different expressions.
The angry Mika tail—the one he'd just unwrapped, now freed from its pillowcase—lunged forward to smack her again.
But suddenly, in a dramatic flourish, another tail stepped in front of her before the blow could land.
The prince Mika tail.
It struck a heroic pose, pillowcase gleaming, printed face radiating noble determination.
And then it actually started fighting the angry Mika tail—the two of them slapping against each other in a bizarre, fluffy duel.
Astrid gasped theatrically.
"No, Mika! No! Don't fight with that Mika! It's alright! I did something wrong! He's simply punishing me!"
"You don't have to—"
She paused, cocking her head as if listening to something.
"Oh! You're saying that no matter what it is? No matter what problem I cause, you can never see me get hurt? So you're fighting for me?"
