Microcron: hopefully. So *looks around* this is a nice house. *cuddles up to her a little while he texts to a phone he left with his big reared friend*
Text: I got the medicine and am unable to take it. So I tricked a tall busty lioness into thinking I'm a child... And you're my adopted father.
Microcron: me and daddy don't have a very big house. I think it's because he can't go to work very long since I have no mummy to look after me. *cuddles her a little tighter*
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