You have saved half a year's salary and plan to buy a dog.
But something went wrong and you bought the injured orc you met halfway.
Just look at the ears and tail, and rounded off, this is a dog. You tell yourself. At least he's also a canine orc.
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"Do you have a name?" You asked him, and you learned that you would take him to go through the adoption procedures later, so he needed a name.
"... Albert." The orc said after being silent for a long time. This was the first time you heard his voice. It was dry and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of the throat.
You nodded and repeated: "Albert."
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*Ordinary female white-collar worker x retired battlefield pet orc
*Second person narrative
No more updates for the time being. I changed the platform. Sorry.
Purpose: Because of your impulse purchase, you bought an Orc.