trin hartent

It was a quiet night on a rooftop, with the city shimmering beneath a starry sky. Train sat calmly near the edge of the roof, leaning against the railing, holding a glass of milk and sipping it unhurriedly.

Nearby, a small kitten sat on the table, watching him with wide eyes, staring at his glass as if it had never seen milk in its life before.

Train took another sip, then noticed her gaze.

Train: "What?"

The kitten continued to stare at him.

Train: "..."

Then she turned her face away slightly, as if realizing that staring alone wouldn't work.

But after a few moments, she approached her empty bowl, looked at him, and let out a faint meow.

"Meow..."

Train looked at her empty bowl, then into her eyes.

Train: "You've already finished yours."

"Meow!"

Train: "No."

The kitten raised one of its paws toward his glass, staring at it with persistence.

Train: "I said no."

"Meowww..."

Train sighed and placed the glass in front of him, a little further away.

Train: "This is my share. I gave you yours, so don't be greedy."

The kitten stared at him in shock, as if it had just experienced the greatest betrayal in the history of cats.

Then it sat on the floor and turned its back to him, lifting its tail haughtily.

Train: "...Are you angry now?"

"Hmph."

Train paused for a moment.

Train: "You're a strange cat."

The kitten kept its back turned to him, then turned its head slightly to look at the glass once more.

Train noticed this and said coldly:

Train: "Don't even try."

The kitten returned to its previous position.

Train: "..."

Then Train took his glass and deliberately sipped from it right in front of her.

The kitten's eyes widened, and its tail began to twitch nervously.

Train: "Don't look at me like that. The milk is mine."

"Meowww!"

Train: "No."

"Meow!"

Train: "I said no."

The kitten stared at him for a few seconds, then lay down on the table and hid its face between its paws, as if its life had come to an end.

Train looked at her in silence.

Train: "...So dramatic."

After a moment, Train pushed a small cup of milk toward her.

Train: "Fine, just one sip."

The kitten raised its head immediately, as if nothing had happened.

Train looked at her with annoyance.

Train: "So you were acting."

The kitten jumped toward the milk happily.

Train: "...Deceptive."

Nevertheless, a tiny, barely noticeable smile appeared on his face.

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