The young Fantôme was once again pushed, but this time not because of the other thing next to him but something else. He whined softly as he was pushed away from the food source but was comforted by the sound overhead again. He was slowly placing the puzzle pieces together and determining that this sound came from the thing that provided the creamy food.
Suddenly something nudged him again, he squirmed as warm air was blown upon him and squealed. What was happening? The form next to him started emitting loud squeals and yelps and didn't stop though it slowly became slightly muffled. The tiny black Fantôme squealed louder than the form beside him for no apparent reason.
The young boy was then dragged away from the soft fur, a squishy thick thing rolled him around and he screeched loudly trying his best to roll and scramble away from the attacking thing but he was always rolled back by the wet squishy attacker. A series of loud squeals, screeches and yelps emitted off the tiny black Fantôme.
He tried his best to move away, hopefully towards the warm soft fur again but was continuously attacked by the wet squishy object. And as the licking continued, so did the cries, growing louder and louder by the second.
