The Support Ate it All

It was a reaction I had somewhat anticipated.

For Bum, the Cube of Life was practically like his own private villa.

From his perspective, it was as if an acquaintance he barely knew suddenly asked, “Hey, mind if I crash at your villa for a couple of days?”

Of course, I had already prepared some persuasive arguments.

“I’m not asking to borrow it for free. I’ll pay you rent.”

“..…?”

Bum raised his little paw as if to attack, but then put it down again.

It seemed he wanted to hear me out before deciding.

“Hasn’t your villa been getting a lot of scratches lately?”