Harley Sawyer and Yarnaby.

One fine evening, Harley was sitting quietly and minding his own business, giving some injections to some plant and watching how it reacted, and Yarnabi was just lying under the table where Harley was sitting, curled up like a cat. At one point, Harley bent down and squatted down and looked at Yarnabi and then asked.

— Maybe I should cook something for you?

Yarnabi jumped up sharply, hitting the table, and then immediately ducked, it seemed like Harley had scared him, but he still came out from under the table and walked up to Harley and began to whine pitifully.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? I told you not to crawl under that table, let me see if you have a bruise. " Yarnabi lay down and then lifted his head up, thereby revealing it. Harley began to examine him and noticed that he had no mistakes, but there was a cut on his head (not the one with his mouth, but another one). Harley looked questioningly, and his only eye blinked red slightly at the monitor. After a while, Harley examined Yarnabi and realized that after an hour of joy, someone had also been experimenting on him; most likely, it was a prototype. The single purple eye on the doctor's monitor narrowed in fear, and then the screen began to blink furiously with red error warnings. Harley's metal joints trembled with the rage that had risen in him; the prototype had dared to secretly touch his furry friend right under his nose. Sawyer sharply but very carefully pressed Yarnabi to his iron chest, carefully touching the edges of that terrible cut with his fingers.

"What did that bastard do to you? " Harley hissed through the speakers, his gaze shifting from the wound to Yarnaby's frightened eyes.

• Did he harm you? Tell me, Yarnabi, where did you see him last time?