Thomas Shannon stretched out his long index finger, swaying it back and forth in front of her.
He hooked the corner of his mouth, his eye color twinkling with intense interest, "Fennie, don't dodge my question. That's not right."
"It seems I didn't miss you." Sophie Sullivan gave a faint smile. "What a coincidence. I'm just like you."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Sophie Sullivan sat down beside Harry, reaching out and poking his exposed belly.
Harry let out a MEOW. His claws twitched a bit, but he didn't wake up.
Sophie Sullivan poked him again.
"MEOW!" Harry got annoyed and suddenly sat up like a carp leaping from water, his teeth bared fiercely.
Seeing Sophie Sullivan, he stared blankly for a while.
Then, he flicked his tail twice and gracefully jumped onto her lap, rubbing his furry little head against her hand.
He looked like he wanted to be petted.
