The others laughed as Paul spun three times, murmuring the words beneath his breath.
"Hello," the Grizzlenarf said.
Paul blinked. "You came."
"Yes." The Grizzlenarf's downy fur rippled. "I get lonely, you know."
"Guys, are you seeing this?"
The Grizzlenarf extended a paw. "Would you? I'd love to stay."
Paul grasped it, then jerked back, hissing.
Sanguine claws glinted. "Blood the bond sealing the soul. Right, Paul?"
Paul's mouth moved of its own accord. "Yes, master."
"Hey," someone called, "who are you talking to?"
"Let's begin," the Grizzlenarf said. "The knives are in the kitchen. I get hungry, you know."
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