The man gazed at the Flopie with a tenderness that seemed almost unnatural. Her delicate features, her floating grace, and the soft glow she emitted under the sun captivated him. To others, she was just another Pal—a creature meant to be trained, used, or traded. But to him, she was different.

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  She was his comfort in the lonely nights, his muse in the moments of despair. He whispered to her as though she could truly understand, pouring out his secrets, his dreams, his fears. He knew she couldn't reciprocate in the way a human might, but her quiet presence and gentle noises filled a void no one else could touch.

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  In her, he found something pure, something untainted by the complexities of the human world. He didn’t care if others judged him; their bond, however unconventional, was his to cherish. For the man, his love for the Flopie was more than just affection—it was salvation.

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  The Flopie regarded her human with a mix of curiosity and innocent loyalty. Her emotions, simple and instinct-driven, didn’t mirror the depth of his feelings but carried a purity of their own. She floated near him, always drawn to his presence, responding to his voice with gentle hums and the occasional nuzzle.

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  She didn’t fully grasp the complexities of his affection or the weight of the bond he felt toward her. Yet, she felt safe around him, basking in the warmth of his care and attention. In her limited understanding, he was her protector, the one who fed her sunlight-like needs and spoke to her as though she were more than just a creature.

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  Whether this attachment was love, dependence, or something else entirely, the Flopie couldn’t say. But when he was near, she floated a little closer, her soft glow brightening, as if to silently say she appreciated him in the only way she knew how.

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  The man gently lowered the Flopie into the warm, sudsy water, her light cream fur glistening under the soft bathroom light. She floated just above the surface, her natural buoyancy keeping her aloft as she blinked at him with her golden eyes, radiating trust. Her pink hair, tied back with a makeshift ribbon to keep it from soaking, swayed slightly with her movements.

  "It's alright," he murmured, dipping his hand into the water. "This won't hurt."

  The Flopie gave a soft, contented hum as he poured water over her back, careful not to let it splash her face. He worked the soap into a gentle lather, rubbing it into her fur in small, circular motions. The faint floral scent of the soap filled the air, complementing the hibiscus flower on the side of her head.

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  Her ears twitched with delight as he cleaned the tips, the gradient of light orange shining brighter when wet. She wiggled her pinkish-red toes, a playful sign that she was enjoying the attention.

  "You really don’t get dirty, do you?" he teased, rinsing off the suds with a small bucket. "But you still deserve a bit of pampering."

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  The Flopie tilted her head, as if considering his words, before letting out a soft chirp of agreement. When the bath was done, he wrapped her in a fluffy towel, patting her dry with care. She nestled into his arms, her pink-and-orange glow soft and warm against his chest.

  "See?" he said with a smile. "Good as new."

  The Flopie responded with a happy hum, her large, winged lashes fluttering as she gazed up at him. Though she couldn’t express it in words, her affection for him was clear in the way she stayed close, glowing just a little brighter in his presence.

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  The man sat on the porch steps, holding a small bowl of vanilla ice cream topped with fresh, glistening berries. The Flopie hovered beside him, her curious golden eyes locked on the unfamiliar treat. She tilted her head, the hibiscus flower on the side of her head bobbing slightly as she let out a soft, questioning chirp.

  "It's called ice cream," he explained with a smile, scooping up a small bite with a spoon. "Sweet, cold... I think you'll like it. And look, I added your favorite—berries."

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  The Flopie blinked, her pink pigtails bouncing as she floated closer. With a little coaxing, she opened her mouth, and he carefully brought the spoon to her lips. The moment the ice cream touched her tongue, her eyes widened, and she let out a delighted squeak. She floated in a quick, excited loop, her leaves and pigtails fluttering in the air.

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  "I’ll take that as a yes," he chuckled, offering her another spoonful.

  This time, she eagerly leaned forward, her pinkish-red hands gently grasping his wrist as she licked the spoon clean. Her fluffy tail wiggled in joy, and she let out a series of cheerful hums, glowing slightly brighter as she savored the mix of creamy sweetness and tangy berries.

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  "You really do like it, huh?" he said, watching her hover closer to the bowl, her nose twitching as she sniffed at the remaining treat. "Alright, alright—here’s another bite."

  He fed her spoonful after spoonful, her enthusiasm growing with every taste. By the time the bowl was empty, she was positively glowing, her golden eyes shining with happiness as she floated up to nuzzle his shoulder.

  "Guess we’ll have to make this a regular treat," he said, laughing softly. "Can’t say no to that face."

  The Flopie chirped in agreement, snuggling closer, her trust and affection radiating through every soft hum and gentle touch.

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  After finishing the last spoonful of ice cream, they went back inside where Flopie floated lazily in front of him, her usual spritely movements slowed. Her stomach had become slightly rounded, the once-flat cream-colored fur now puffed out just a little. The man couldn't help but grin at the sight.

  "Looks like someone’s had a bit too much," he teased, poking her soft belly gently with a finger. "You’re getting chubby, you know that?"

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  The Flopie paused mid-hover, her golden eyes widening as if she understood the accusation. She let out a sharp, indignant chirp, flapping her arms like she was protesting loudly. It was almost as if she were saying, “I am not!”

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  He laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! You're not fat—just... full of ice cream and berries."

  Still pouting, the Flopie crossed her small pink arms and floated a bit higher, turning her head with an exaggerated huff. But the way her tail wiggled betrayed her playful mood.

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  "You’re adorable when you’re pretending to be mad," he said, reaching up to pat her on the head gently.

  She let out a softer chirp this time, finally relaxing and leaning into his touch. A moment later, she floated back down and nestled onto his lap, letting out a satisfied hum as her full belly pressed lightly against his leg.

  "See? Told you you’re fine," he said, chuckling. "But maybe next time, we’ll go a little lighter on the ice cream."

  She chirped in agreement—or perhaps just contentment—and dozed off, as the man smiled down at her.

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