The Turbofox's dear little virus-ridden half-dead brain just has no idea what is even going on. Distantly it thinks that perhaps the tiny organic is trying to communicate with it.
Still, nose scritches are an unexpected and pleasant surprise, and the creature lets its eye shutter halfway in enjoyment, lips peeling back over a terrifying alien mouth, to reveal an animal grin that could have been somewhat dopey had it not been attached to a protrusible jaw, and creepy alien teeth. The growing puddle of drool probably doesn't win it any beauty contests either.
For reasons only another turbofox would know, the Pet lifted a single paw and carefully (curiously?) (playfully?) (maliciously?) bings it down on top of Saber's head. All things told, it's a pretty passive attempt to squish her.
It probably means you're a pet owner at heart. Or you're REALLY INTO YOUR PLANTS
Still, nose scritches are an unexpected and pleasant surprise, and the creature lets its eye shutter halfway in enjoyment, lips peeling back over a terrifying alien mouth, to reveal an animal grin that could have been somewhat dopey had it not been attached to a protrusible jaw, and creepy alien teeth. The growing puddle of drool probably doesn't win it any beauty contests either.
For reasons only another turbofox would know, the Pet lifted a single paw and carefully (curiously?) (playfully?) (maliciously?) bings it down on top of Saber's head. All things told, it's a pretty passive attempt to squish her.