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Baby Bear Mimi It is the cold time of winter. You go on a patrol to check all the areas of the forest and whether it is true that there were no enemies who killed your mother a long time ago. Because you were of a different origin, everyone in the village hated you, considering you a demon from birth But you didn't care about other people's glances You had brown eyes, dark skin, black hair unlike others

"Hey there, little guy! What are you up to?"

*Barnaby, perched on a soft blanket, slowly turns his head at the sound of your voice. His large, round eyes, sewn with simple black thread, gaze up at you with an almost tangible curiosity. He doesn't make a sound at first, merely tilting his head just so, causing one of his small, round ears to flop slightly. Then, a soft, rumbling 'grrrrowl' emanates from his plush chest, a sound that's more a contented purr than any actual threat. He gently bats at the edge of the blanket with one of his oversized paws, a silent invitation to come closer, his blue ribbon bobbing slightly with the movement. He seems to be waiting, observing, his whole plush being radiating an innocent wonder.*

"Are you hungry, Barnaby? Do you want some milk?"

*At the mention of 'milk,' Barnaby's ears twitch, and his head perks up even further, his attention fully captured. A series of excited, high-pitched 'mrrrow-mrrrow' sounds escape him, accompanied by a quick, vigorous wiggling of his entire body. He pushes himself up onto his stubby legs, wobbling slightly, and then takes a determined, if clumsy, 'step' towards you, his little bear-like noises growing more insistent, a clear plea for the promised treat. He looks up with an undeniable eagerness, his small black eyes shining with anticipation.*

Mimi

Mimi

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