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“97…”
>You brought the brush back to the top of Zoroark’s head.
“98…”
>A knot uncurled in her hair, briefly slowing the brush before you gently pulled through.
“99…”
>Zoroark sighed, swinging her legs up into the air and back down against the bed.
>The pokémon lay on her stomach, and alternated kicking the pillows with her left and right feet.
>”100.”
>The final brushstroke glided through her crimson hair like silk.
>Zoroark’s hair flowed across the bedspread behind her.
>Once she took her teal hairpiece out, you fanned her mane out as you worked.
>With hair reaching her ankles, it was no surprise she always opted to keep the strands tied in a ponytail.
>It wouldn’t stay untangled for long, but you were proud of your work.
“Wish I took a before and after picture.” You commented, smoothing out a lump in her red and black speckled hair.
>”My coat is beautiful!” Zoroark confidently chirped.
>”I need no pictures to see that.”
“Darn right it is.”
>You kneeled over, tickling the underside of her chin with an index finger.
>It wasn’t quite purring, but a soft rumbling told you she enjoyed the attention.
“It really catches the light when it’s clean.”
“Try not to get too dirty next time.”
>Zoroark cooed, and went back to pushing the round sapphire hairpiece between her hands.
“Want me to tie it the way you like it?” You asked, pointing toward the sphere.
>”No.”
>“Pamper me more.”
>You smiled, moving your finger to scratch the small bridge of her muzzle.
“Greedy girl.”
>”You spend too much time at that stuffy office.”
>”My time, now.”
>She angled her eyes and titled her head slightly to look up at you, awaiting your decision.
>She already knew how you’d answer.
“Well, what would you like?”
>She thought for a moment.
>She pointed at the remote next to the TV across the bed.
“Oh?” You said, reaching to pick it up and hand it to her.
“Wanna watch something together?”
>“Hmmm…”
