Chaotic Comforts

It's official—I'm definitely hated, Rocco thought, his heart sinking.

His father's ears, now tinged red, only solidified his assumption.

He must be furious.

He better tread carefully.

"…Um, about this… conversation…" Rocco began tentatively, nervously fiddling with Mr. Bunny's ears to mask his unease.

Rocco's father looked down at him, his gaze steady and unreadable.

After a brief pause, he spoke in a low voice, his expression impassive.

"...Was Mr. Bunny really okay?"

"Huh?"

"...it seems you like fluffy things, so how about it? Do you like it?"

Rocco had expected something serious when his father said he wanted to talk.

But to his surprise, the subject was about the plush rabbit.

Taken aback by the unexpected question, Rocco blinked his eyes a few times before nodding his head enthusiastically.

"I like anything, as long as it's fluffy," he said, stroking the plush rabbit affectionately.