So I’m Supposed to Put This In, Right?

Beep—

Blackie stuck its tongue out and ran off, as if daring me to catch it.

Seeing that, something finally started bubbling up inside me.

What was it?

“Sigh—”

“...Are you coming over here or not, you little punk?!”

What else? Anger.

I chased Blackie into the back room.

In this tiny house, there were very few places to run.

By provoking me here, it was basically saying it wanted me to set up an altar for its funeral today...