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His acquisition of the greatest coat did not so much as garner a second look. What kind of backwards place was this? He almost wanted her to punish him. To get ot out if the way. Surely it was building up, bidding her time, strengthing her righteous anger to put him in his place. He wanted the other shoe to hurry up and fall, so he didn't feel it hovering above his head.

God lord. She chucked some fluffed up contraption he only ever seen beneath the necks of nobility. He cautiously reached a paw over and squished it gently down upon the pillow it sunk like a cloud. He bit back a groan. He had died. That was the only answer, he had died beside lady Hazel. Or... he was in the last throes of death, and this was a fever dream his rattled mind had created to offer him sanctuary. A beautiful Princeas, lavish comforts. Yeah, no, he had left reality far behind.

Cautioualy, he grabbed the pillows and dragged them towards the coat. Slowely, cautiously, as through she might snatch back the comforts and laugh at him, he sunk into them. He almost purred. The soft coat beneath his body, the pillow under his head. He felt like he was sinking. It gave him the uncomfortable sensation of falling. It was almost too much comfort. His body wasn't accustomed to it, and he couldn't settle. But nor could he remove himself from them. If the Lady did not intend to snatch them from his grasp, then it would be unspeakably rude to turn his back on them.
"Does... My Lady wish... a massage?" He asked cautiously. He wouldn't have even had to ask his previous Master, but this world held no common sense.