[It's like hugging a sun warmed sugar stone. It sinks through his fur and warms his skin, a delight in the chill of the air. He takes care not to whack horns, his tail wiggling. He's getting hugged and he's hugging in return, and who knows when it will end.]
Oh! That's not strange at all! I am baked with vanilla after all, hence my name!
[Squishy goes the hug. No wonder Hollyberry likes giving them, there's something satisfying about trying to hug someone into a pile of goo.]
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Oh! That's not strange at all! I am baked with vanilla after all, hence my name!
[Squishy goes the hug. No wonder Hollyberry likes giving them, there's something satisfying about trying to hug someone into a pile of goo.]
You are so very warm!