abuse

“Reowwrrr!” Oni demanded. She hadn’t seen her owner in months and she was intent on letting him know she was not happy about the length of his absence.
“Reaaahhh,” Kirin returned. He removed his right sock and tossed it on her back. She complained. He repeated the move with his left sock. She shook the socks off and he leaned back. Before he could process the event, he felt his lap getting warmer, and she was curled up, eyes closed, purring, on her way to a nap.
Han took note of the interaction. His personality was, to say the least, robotic, and these kinds of spontaneous games were something he was still learning. Before Oni would let the droid pester her, it would have to earn her trust and respect. She was smart enough to know he was an automaton; their relationship was hollow.