[Meh, large goat toy isn't that tasty, Ridley decides. Hypergod is more befuddled than offended. He cautiously raises his arm, and after some hesitation, he leans in to touch her. The sensation of her soft warm fur and silky whiskers are new to him. As he slowly strokes her muzzle and the tip of her nose, Ridley regards him with a half-lidded gaze. He tensed when she moved, but only because she wanted to rub into his palm. She doesn't know her own strength and knocks him down. She sniffs over his paralyzed body, nuzzling her forehead against him. Asriel's tempted to get up and fight her off, but... he keeps petting her instead. This is strange. Not that he's... complaining, or anything.]
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