Rowan bent down and picked it up, patted it, his voice was cold: “Sorry, the file fell on the floor.”
“…”
He sat down again, the puppet cat next to him shivering, leaning over and rubbing his finger with his head.
Rowan held it by the back of its neck blankly and lifted it away.
Little puppet cat: “…”
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