Pov Zigmunt
The days pass quickly with my mother's visit, Flex had the same habits as always, he closed himself off in his world and nothing I do makes him open up to me
I try everything, compliments, cuddles, hugs, he remains closed and with his usual anger
The doctor said that he was fine, and that it would not affect his health as long as I continued to take care of him in food, bath and other basic needs
He is also very afraid of wandering around the house, which I left free for him, except for the entrance to the attic, as it has an unprotected window
My mother's company anticipated her shopping trip, but she said that her presentation at work was also anticipated, and so she told us to go to her house after her shopping and have a meal there.
Flex would meet my mom and dad, I just don't know if my brother is going to be at our house, he is quite rebellious and thinks it better to stay in his own world
Maybe he can understand Flex
It was already morning when I turn off the TV, it was my day off, and I took the opportunity to clean the house and spend time with flex before my mom came to pick us up for shopping
In these last few days I found a very efficient human transport bag, it holds your human to your chest and he can relax and sleep, it is very used for long trips or if your human is tired or needs to be quiet
For flex, it would be his way of not running around the store, or maybe making a scandal
I get up and go to your room
He was bored with his human ball, he really only touched the ball since he got here
I approach slowly until I snort him,
I ignore his thrashing body in my arms and take him to take a shower, then dress him and put the bowl of food, Flex as always only eats half and leaves the rest to one side, I sweat a little but let him eat later
Excitedly I sit with him on the sofa, with him on my lap, but he soon struggles and pushes my legs out, I leave him not wanting to force the situation
Flex is too low for the couch, so he doesn't know how to get down. He just goes to the corner and sits in the back, his legs curled up
He did seem angry but he was relaxed, his muscles were not tense as in the bath or when feeding
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Some time passes when the doorbell rings, I get up already knowing who it is ...
-Hello mother! -not even time to catch my breath when his figure runs out and grabs the small and confused Flex
He screams with fright
-mom! beware- i had forgotten that my mother sometimes exaggerates in caresses, she is a very "hot" person how can i say
She quickly returns Flex to the floor, he looked quite uncomfortable, and decides to run under the sofa
-oops, sorry- she puts her hand on the back of her neck and gives a weak laugh
...
It took us a while to get flex under the sofa, my mom had to leave the house so he wouldn't see her
I hold his arms and I put the breastplate on him, then I put him in my arms and we got in the car, he looked scared but also angry that I put the breastplate on him
The bag that ties it to my chest was unregulated with its size and so I left it for another opportunity
We went to the store to buy the supplies
The store was huge and that's why I decided to keep flexing my arms, he looked at everything with a little anger and curiosity, I thought his reactions were cute
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Bad little human pet
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