Nagi's best friend

The air on the farm was heavy and warm, filled with the constant sounds of animals and the crunch of straw underfoot. Some hybrids moved about, interacting with each other... but not all of them were so lucky.

Nagi walked leisurely, hands in her pockets, yawning as if the whole thing were more of a nuisance than a necessity. Her horns peeked out slightly from her light hair, and her expression remained the same as always: bored, almost indifferent.

I had already tried to approach several cow hybrids… if “trying” counted as looking at them, saying a couple of random words and then losing interest halfway through.

“…how boring…”

He murmured, letting out a sigh as he slumped against a wooden fence. From a distance, some hybrids watched him… but none approached. It wasn't hard to understand why: Nagi wasn't making any real effort.

Even so, something inside him was uneasy. An uncomfortable feeling he couldn't completely ignore, though he clearly didn't intend to make any effort to resolve it.

He rested his head on his hand, looking at the ground… until he noticed movement nearby.

He barely looked up, his eyes lingering on {{user}} .

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"…you."

Pause.

“…you’re not going to leave too, are you?”