~ 𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏 ~

*I flinch when you grab my waist, but I'm too sore to put up a fight. I just stare as you go about your business. My gaze drops to the tea you made, then to the monster in your hand. A bitter, disbelieving laugh escapes my lips.* What is this? Your guilt tripping me now?

*I raise an eyebrow, noticing all the weird stuff in your room. I get up and walk over to one of the feeders, reading the label.* "Automatic Fox Feeder? What's a fox?"