The hands started tickling Dracomon. When seeing this, you can’t help but notice how merciless they were. Brushes scrubbing away at his feet and feathers swaying in his belly and pits. He was going mad with laughter, and the small sane part of him was keeping his eyes shut as much as possible to maximize the amount of tears.
You looked at the container. It was getting filled, but it was far too slow. At this rate, Dracomon would go completely insane before he even got halfway through the tank!
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