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He looked at it.

It was small, squishy, pink, and just begging to be killed.

It looked at him.

He was tall, stern, dark, and just begging to be hugged.

It promptly obliged.

He found himself with an armful of pink and happy goop.

It found itself unceremoniously flung onto the ground.

He walked away.

It followed him.

He lunged at it with a katar, hoping to scare it away.

It sat there and smiled cheerily.

He sighed.

"I've got no apples for you. Shoo!"

It merely glomped him again.

He huffed at it. "Fine then. Follow me. But don't go blaming me if you get killed in crossfire."

It followed him to level three of the hidden dungeon, where he was hunting a baphomet card.

He sat there and waited for the baphomet to appear.

It bounced around him in circles and whistled.

The baphomet materialized, and roared angrily.

He killed it.

The card hit the ground

He made to grab it

It swallowed it first.

"You…!"

He threw his katars onto the ground.

"That's it. I've just about had it with you, following me everywhere, making that bobbing, squishing, happy sound whenever you move, causing suspicion when I'm cloaked. And now you eat my prized baphomet card, which I've been hunting for so long?"

He clenched his fists.

"If I kill you, you'll drop it as loot, won't you?"

It looked at him and burped.

He sighed. Not like he really needed that card anyways, he had just planned on selling it for extra zeny.

This poring had him acting so out of character with the assassin cross creed. Assassins were supposed to be detached and mysterious. They were supposed to be aloof and uncaring. They were supposed to be capable of killing their targets without mercy.

They definitely were not supposed to lose their tempers and shout at porings.

He decided to ignore it. Maybe then it would go away.

It didn't.

After a while, he started talking to it again.

"You know, it's been six months since we met. I never feed you or anything. Why do you even bother staying with me?"

It whistled merrily, but didn't reply.

"Of course!" he thought aloud. "Porings don't talk. What's wrong with me? It's not like it can even understand what I'm saying."

It nudged him playfully.

He rolled his eyes, took out an apple from his inventory, and threw it on the ground.

It sniffed the apple carefully, gobbled it up cheerfully, and glomped him.

He sighed, though inwardly he felt happy. "Looks like I'll be stuck with you for a while".


A/N: I love porings so much. Even though the only pet I've ever owned has been Munak, I think