The Little Boy stood straight at the edge of the door, still not recovered from the surprise of Molly pulling him upstairs when he saw her soft little body had already snuggled into the quilt, waiting for him.
The Little Boy paused for a moment, his obsidian-like pupils twinkling with dim light, then he stepped forward, lying down beside her in the quilt.
"Why did you take me home and let me sleep in your room?" The Little Boy turned to look at her and couldn't help but ask.
When he mentioned a reward earlier, his biggest worry was that she would be unhappy.
But to his surprise, not only was she not unhappy, but she also happily pulled him upstairs...
"You're my friend..." The Little Princess replied without thinking, then blinked her sparkling big eyes at him, "Right friend, you haven't told me what your name is yet, have you?"
"..." Friend.
