Shopping (3)

"Squeak! Squeak-squeak—! Squeeeak—!"

The rat, pinned beneath Nabi's hand, let out a desperate cry.

There wasn't the slightest hint of any will to fight back in its flailing forepaws.

After watching quietly for a moment, I told Nabi to let it go for now.

"Nabi, take your hand off for now."

"Tch..."

"Squeak... Squeak..."

When Nabi pouted and withdrew her hand, the rat rolled inelegantly across the floor, crawled into the corner of the wardrobe, and tearfully wiped its eyes.

The sight of it standing on two legs and wiping away tears with its forepaws was strangely pitiful.

Naturally, it must have been terrified...