Currently, the clock was almost 12.
Leroy, who stretched his stiff limbs to relax, and Worm, who remained sitting in the same position writing notes; they decided to take a break for a while.
Someone became hungry.
“Argh,” Leroy exhaled, leaning against the sofa. His mind was exhausted from the intensity of searching and continuing to read.
“You hungry?” “Let’s stop here” she asked simply, then continued to pull the laptop from her lap and place it on the table casually, after adjusting her position.
Leroy welcomed the idea.
The little black who was immersed in the next room, had approached her with smooth, close steps, looking for some attention.
When Leroy noticed him, he raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“Is this your cat?” He straightened up, wanting to get closer to him, only to hear a faint growl from her preventing him.
“Don’t touch him” she growled.
“Oh” His limbs stiffened without thinking, denouncing, and he raised his hands.