This is a continuation of Strange one by(that1hugboxer)
“Thank you ms portnoy I promise to take good ah care of little Capac.”
New daddy spoke in a strange Swedish accent that was slightly low yet warm and fuzzy.
Ms Joey patted you on the head.
“I’ll drop by every so often so you can play with Stevie. Be a good fluff for professor Löfgren…ok?”
You wag your stubby foal like tail in excitement.
“Capac pwomise , Capac am happy hab nue nice Daddeh .”
Ms Joey bids you and Daddeh farewell then leaves.
You look at Daddeh.
“Tanku su much fo be Capac Daddeh!”
Daddeh smiles .
“You are more than welcome Capac. I have a question for you, if you don’t know the answer that’s fine too.”
You tilt your spherical head to the side.
“Wut daddeh wan know?”
Daddeh strokes your manes .
“Do you know what kind of fluffy you are?”
Something inside you clicks into place and you know exactly what to say (though you don’t know how you know.)
“Capac am pewubian fightin’ fwuffie nasca wine astwonaut pattewn.”
Daddeh is caught off guard by your answer.
“……That’s extremely specific. I’ve heard that the Peruvian fighting fluffies are genetically incapable of lying about their function… I didn’t know the genetic coding was fine tuned to even the specific pattern…”
Daddeh jots down something on a piece of paper.
“Nasca line astronaut pattern…”
Daddeh smiles.
“I’ll need to do some more research into the different patterns of Peruvian fighting fluffies , I have to say I’m very intrigued by the by prospect .”
Daddeh scratches you under your chin. You feel happiness like you’ve never experienced before. And then it happens.
The bioluminescence properties within the lines on your body activates.