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“Oof, I'm so full.” They say with a sigh. There's satisfaction thick in their voice, and it only prompts Zero to look over in their direction.
The human pats at their belly, hand resting over the small dome that protrudes from their shirt. It's certainly starting to look a bit more strained than when they first met up. But they wear a sort of dreamy expression as though they have no cares in the world, even making small noises of contentment as they let the sun warm them.
It had been his idea to treat them to whatever foodstuff they desired, and there had been plenty of food vendors today in the park, which his friend clearly took advantage of, not that he was complaining. Lord knows that Zero had more money than he knew what to do with.
Zero knows he shouldn't stare—it may make him look rude, even though that's the furthest from the truth—but he really can't help it. There's always a weird warmth that seems to gather in his chest, in his core, when he gets to see them in this way. Happy, full and sated… taken care of.
It's a strange feeling, but Zero can't help but find that this a good look for the human; contented and stuffed, but most importantly, safe.