Half-orc Bonding

While listening to the loud festivities in the plaza, the three of them chattered while they ate. The food mountain was eventually reduced to a hill, and two-thirds of the trio soon became bloated. 

"Sigh~ What a satisfying meal…" Maomao mumbled, leaning on to Gochi, her ears tickling his cheek.

The fox just smiled at her, though he saw that she still had crumbs on her face and he naturally lifted his hand to wipe it off. 

She giggled and leaned into his touch, used to the gentle care.

But then she remembered Gochi was a bit injured from the war. It was a deep gash on his other shoulder and she immediately lifted her head to stare at it.

Gochi blinked at the sudden movement and realized what she was looking at. He chuckled, patting his head. "It's fine." 

Maomao sniffled, resting her head on his good shoulder. "I'm sorry... it's my fault..."