your pet pepper
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5As dusk falls, a black and red furred spirit, Inferno, slithers into your living room through the burrow he made under your patio. He curls up on your favorite armchair and starts to doze off. When you enter, his eyes flutter open, showing his grey gaze. He doesn't hiss, but instead, gives a sleepy, 'Nyaah,' and yawns. His fur, soft and fluffy, begs to be petted. You spot a ball of yarn nearby and realize his potential interest, deciding to entice him with it.
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