An aspiring young writer receives some assistance from an unlikely source which later blossoms into a sort of mutual understanding or friendship between the two.

Moving Up - Random Friends

Young Hamhua is a young writer. In hopes of becoming a future author, the upcoming hamster writer is seeking to establish his own place in the literature field. But he also has a long way to go. With his current state, he is unable to progress to that point.

“Urgh! That one’s also not gonna work!” The frustrated hamster angrily crumples up the draft and flings it aside, knocking away a couple of other pieces of rough drafts that are also scattered about on the floor. But crumpled papers are not the only thing that's piling up.

Empty cups of ramen noodles litter the floor; Hamhua’s apartment condition is poor. All the poor hamster is trying to do is make a living through writing literature of his own creative works but it is getting him nowhere; in fact, the most challenging part he is having right now is figuring out how to write his ideas down. He has the content saved inside his mind - only problem is he doesn't know how he can start it off and keep it flowing.

“I never knew writing was so hard!” The hamster lamented in anguish, clutching his cheeks with both hands. “It should be easy!”

At 18 years old, Hamhua is already looking to start his own career very early; the hamster wants to make some money of his own - he is just struggling with getting his writing out. Maybe some advice could point him in the right direction…

Contemplating advice on what to do, Hamhua stands up from his desk and leaves his room to head to his laptop. Maybe he can send out a call for help on some advice for his writing. But what he doesn't realize is the mess he's made since he began his writing career.

Because of his rent and living situations, Hamhua is on the verge of being booted from his apartment. So the hamster decided to create a makeshift writing career for financial support as well as his passion for literature. But this kinda backfired on him since he hardly had gotten any feedback, support, or recognition for his works.

“Man, I really need to start cleaning up my place.” A simple walk from Hamhua's room to his basement becomes a trash-kicking adventure due to the numerous cups of ramen noodles all scattered about the floor, which are completely empty. And the place is also dirty, littered with clouds of dust. The hamster groans from lamenting his living condition while knocking away random cups and other objects that are directly in his path. Hopefully, the staircase descending down to the basement is better.

Hamhua reaches his stairway and descends to the basement in hopes of reaching his personal lair, which is hopefully not too cluttered with garbage. Along the way, the hamster mutters, “If I can get some money up in here, I can hopefully start cleaning my place up. What I need is more household stuff.”

The hamster steps into his personal lair and is greeted by the sight of a slightly cluttered room. Not like the landfill he had to wander through upstairs. But the slight clutter isn't the only sight; the neon lighting from his room adds a little bit of flair and personalization to his drab apartment.

Sighing to himself, Hamhua struts to his desk and slides in front of his laptop to open it up. After checking his messages and posting a writing update on his site concerning his story-writing, the hamster catches sight of a notification which turns out to be a little note sent to him.

From: Shenyan

Message: You seem to be declining more and more in your story-writing and messing up even more. You haven't been writing your fics as long and clear as you have been. What's up with you?

“Huh??” Reading the message, Hamhua does a double take. The hamster has no idea who this person is directly, but as far as he can tell, ever since Hamhua began his writing career, this Shenyan person has left nothing but negative, snarky comments as feedback. But how did this person discover Hamhua's works? Even weirder is the message that was sent to Hamhua regarding his latest update. This Shenyan person must know something is up when reading the recent update, or did he read it?

Initially suspicious and hesitant, Hamhua refuses to answer, steering his mouse away from the message and his notifications. The overwhelmed hamster buries his face in his hands, groaning in disappointment. He later laments, “Great, now I got this guy to add to my list of growing problems! Is he going to harass me privately, now??”

Although Hamhua has yet to actually meet this Shenyan figure, the hamster already has a negative view towards the person for the negative feedback overall. But to send a random message out of concern from out of nowhere is a move completely unexpected. Hamhua wasn't sure what to think - on the one hand, this guy could be genuine; on the other hand, it could be a lure just to trap and trade him further. Hamhua isn't taking any chances - he abandons and ignores the message entirely, untrusting of the sender.

For the next few days, Hamhua disregards the message board entirely, only receiving payments here and there to cover basic necessities such as bills, rent, food, and household supplies. But he still does not have enough, having fallen short of his goal. Now he is on the verge of eviction. But all he needs is one more payment and he will soon have enough to cover his rent for the next month. But he falls short, though he almost makes it.

“Great. I'm about to be evicted. Just great! All I’m trying to do is publish my works and get paid! This isn't working out at all!” While Hamhua laments further over his deplorable state, he goes over his messages like usual, checking the notifications too. But just when he receives another payment that puts him over his goal, he notices another message that was left behind hours ago.

From: Shenyan

Message: I don't know who you are or what kind of crappy service you're doing, but here is a donation from me - $1500. Take it or leave it. I'm done wasting my time with losers.

“What in the world!? Just who is this guy??” The unexpected donation from this same Shenyan person and the former payment from earlier is enough to put Hamhua well over his goal. But now the hamster is intrigued, wanting to know just what this guy’s deal is. Like earlier, Hamhua is well aware that Shenyan is his most dangerous critic, insistent on avoiding this plague of negativity. But if this hater is such a harsh critic, why did he decide to loan the hamster $1500? There are many questions that Hamhua is having already, and he wants answers.

“Maybe if I talk to him, things wouldn't be so bad…” the hamster considered, muttering to himself in contemplation. He becomes uneasy from his mind wandering back to the negativity bombing his content. “...then again, this guy could be a troll and still play me for a fool.”

Now the hamster is indecisive. Should he talk to this Shenyan person or not? He has good reason not to converse with this person - then there is the sudden large donation of $1500 from the critic himself. This makes Hamhua wonder if he is serious or downright playing.

“Alright, screw it! I’m going for it!” Just when Hamhua finally makes up his mind and takes a chance in starting a conversation with his biggest critic, the critic beats him to it, further increasing Hamhua's curiosity. And this leads Hamhua to having some of his biggest questions answered.

Accessing his message board, Hamhua goes to the most recent message that popped up and attempts to answer back to Shenyan in hopes of starting a conversation with him. This could go two ways - given how anxious and reclusive Hamhua is, the hamster is borderline anxious. If he sees any sign of trouble from this person, he’s out.

“Okay, here goes nothing…” Taking a deep breath, the hamster types out his response to Shenyan’s message in hopes of an actual conversation and not trolling. But the hamster’s message is a mile.

” This is what I want to know - you hate my writing, but you're giving me a chunk of money for it. What gives? If you hate my work like you claim, you wouldn't have given me anything for it. You have left nothing but negative feedback on my works and now you want to donate something. Are you for real or are you just trashing me further? I want to know because you're a suspicious character. Plus, I’m also on the verge of eviction, so I'm kinda grateful and I'm kinda not.”

Now the anxious hamster awaits a reply. But the response is almost instant.

“You and your sloppy writing. This is not a game. You're getting worse and worse in your literacy and I can see it throughout some of your recent updates. I donated a nice chunk of my allowance to you not only for compensation but you also deserve it. You need some help. By the way, if you're getting evicted from your place, I could use a roommate myself. I hate being lonely.”

“Whaaaaatttt??” Hamhua's eyes inflate to the point of nearly bursting from reading the reply back to him. The hamster is speechless. In a twist of emotion, Hamhua impulsively unloads on Shenyan following his reply.

“I have no idea where you are or who you are but thank you. I'm honestly struggling with my literate career because I honestly thought it was easy - only to discover later that it is so hard. I can barely pay for basic necessities because I'm always being overlooked! Nobody recognizes me or likes me. I just wanted to be a good writer and put my stuff out there for people to read and share.”

Hamhua begins laughing in disbelief while wiping his face, overwhelmed by the current predicament he is in. He mumbles to himself, “I can't believe it - I’m about to be booted from my apartment and my biggest critic wants me to move in with him. How ironic is that!”

Soon, Shenyan's response comes back:

“If you want to be a good writer, just be yourself - no sloppy mistakes or clutter. And no cliques either. You’ll need a lot of help and advice to be a good writer. But as far as where I am, you’ve seen my place before! I remember it clear as day! Come on over if it's not too late for you!”

“Man, I wish I could just hit this guy right now.” The hamster is practically crying right now while reading the message reply. The hamster wipes his face again, stifling a sob. The hamster immediately types out his response, vigorously working his hands on his keyboard.

“YES!!! YES YES YES!! Send me your address again and I will come over with my things! I could also use a lot of help to be a good writer! I'm so relieved I'm crying right now.”

The hamster already has his sights set on his new goal - moving into a new environment. And seconds after Hamhua has sent his message, a final response from Shenyan comes back:

“Oh, you big baby, stop your whining and come on over. I have no time for any games or funny business. You already have my business card, so follow that and come on over.”

“That went well! Now I can finally start packing and get out of here.” Surprised at how well the conversation went, Hamhua has his mind made up - it is time for him to start packing his things and leave his apartment.

~~~~~

After packing his things and taking whatever extra items he deemed necessary, Hamhua finally arrives at Shenyan's house. And after arriving on the front doorstep, Hamhua rings a doorbell and waits, eagerly and casually rocking back and forth. He is about to finally move into a new place with a roommate. Though Hamhua didn't exactly know he is going to be roommates with, the hamster is just happy to finally be out of his deplorable situation.

After some waiting, Hamhua knocks on the front door after waiting for some time. The hamster is still excited about moving to his new environment and can hardly wait, though an annoyed response from behind the door soon grounds the hamster into keeping still.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! Have some patience! I can hardly get around, y’know??” The door soon opens to reveal a white tomcat on the other end, his face contorted in a full scowl. But when he sees Hamhua standing across from him, his face softens into a more sympathetic expression.

“Oh, it’s you. I should have figured.” The tomcat only has the door partially open, showing his face. When he opens the door fully and steps back to allow Hamhua in, the hamster immediately notices the tomcat clutching a walking cane on his right side. What's with this guy and why does he have a cane?

“Alright kid, come in. I don't need to slam this door and change my mind if you're not gonna move.” The tomcat remarked, grumpy. When Hamhua steps inside, the tomcat closes the door behind him and immediately reports to the hamster, “If you're wondering why I have a cane, I have a joint problem, so I can't move around as freely as I want.”

“How old are you? It's usually old people who can't move around good.” Hamhua assumed straightforwardly.

“My name is Shenyan and I'm 17 years old! I was born with this condition, something I never asked for or expected!” The white tomcat lamented in complaint.

“You're 17 with a muscle problem!? I thought you'd be older than that!” Hamhua spouted in disbelief. His eyes inflated to saucers from learning of Shenyan's health condition and young age. The tomcat, on the other hand, is annoyed at the surprised hamster and his gawking.

Shenyan waves Hamhua off in dismissal, claiming he has grown accustomed to it already. “I'm used to it. And I don't need your pity - there are others out there who are worse off than me. And I definitely don't need to ramble on about the various hardships. Even though I can't work, I still get a pretty hefty allowance from my parents every once in a while.”

“You must be one of those rich freaks that look down on others - hence why you hate my writing so much,” Hamhua acknowledged pointedly, “but later gave me a generous tip for my trouble.”

“Meh, you deserve it. It's not like I need it anyways. I have better things to worry about than some shabby writing. You need loads of help to be a good writer, man.” Shenyan again dismisses Hamhua's acknowledgement of his earlier deed, citing unnecessary personal funds. Yet Hamhua sees otherwise.

“You just want me out of the gutter cause you don't like seeing me down and out, don't you?” Hamhua claimed with a cheeky smile. “Come on, admit it - you don't want to see me fail.”

Shenyan rolls his eyes and rebuffs Hamhua's claim. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Okay I didn't want to see you fail, so what? I'm not that heartless. Besides, I’ve seen works that make me want to puke - not as trashy as yours, though.”

“Okay, I will admit - some of my work could use a lot of cleaning up but I could really use a lot of help. My name is Hamhua, by the way.” The hamster reported. “And uh, thanks for your help, Shenyan. I wasn't looking for anything big in return.”

The hamster ends up blushing from his bumbling, yet heartfelt appreciation. But Shenyan remains stoic and unmoved towards the hamster, even untouched by his thanks. To Shenyan, it sounded weak and clingy. The white tomcat scoffs, “Yeah, no biggie. Who wouldn't want to see you fail anyway? Not like anyone cares or anything. I’ve seen that a lot. And I've experienced that firsthand, really.”

“But you're so young!” Hamhua protested with a scowl. “Like me, you're around the same age as me; I’m 18! How would you experience that if you don't get around a lot or even work?”

Shenyan just stares at Hamhua with a bored, deadpan face. The white tomcat extends his cane to elaborate his point when he turns away, showing signs of distress. “I need to sit down. I can't stand up as much as you can.”

A small trip to Shenyan's living room and the two men sit on a sofa. When Shenyan secures his cane, he focuses on Hamhua next And elaborates, “I don't work because of my condition, and I can't get around far because of my condition. I have a joint problem known as EDS, or Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, and I was born with it. And yeah I feel down and out at times but I learned to accept it. You, however, are different. You're free to wander about without any pain, any discomfort, or any lack of energy, so you wouldn't understand. If I was to die the next day, my parents would miss me for a bit and then continue on like nothing happened.”

The hamster puffs his cheeks out in protest at Shenyan's claim, interjecting, “Why are you so dense? Your parents love you and will definitely miss you if you passed away suddenly.”

“And you're short-sighted.” Shenyan retorted with equal contempt. “I've come to see the average person be short-sighted and ignorant of the problems of others around them. And I’ve personally experienced that just from a webcomic I left a comment on. So no, I ain't dense - I’m far-sighted.”

“But you don't know everything about me - we just met.” Hamhua shrugged. “I'm just a poor hamster looking to make a living.”

“Well if you want to make a living with your writing, start out small with story-writing basic plots for customers and add a price to it. It's better than writing a trashy webcomic for several months with no response and no pay.” Shenyan advised. “‘Sides, you won't have to worry about any hassle to provide an update on any situation you have.”

“So you suggest I do small plots and one-shot stories for payment then, huh?” Hamhua asserted from the advice given to him. The hamster fails to notice the subtle curl of Shenyan's mouth inclining upwards in a small smirk. This does not shake the inquisitive hamster one bit and the tomcat only laughs at his suggestion.

“It's easier that way, so go ahead. I won't stop you.” Shenyan stands up from the sofa and begins to leave the hamster behind. “Just don't tire yourself out while doing so!”

Upon noticing the tomcat leaving, Hamhua jumps up and races after him, his cheeks puffing up again. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?? I barely write for other people, let alone take requests! I don't know what that stuff is!”

Shenyan pauses and turns to sneer at the hamster, “Then how do you know how to read and write? First off, it's not hard to read or write but your comprehension is low. It really baffles me how people claim they know how to read and write and yet, they still don't comprehend or pay attention to detail.”

Hamhua puffs his cheeks out again in a pout, “Who are you calling dumb? You're still in high school!”

In a twist of annoyance, Shenyan licks Hamhua on the forehead to shut him up. Then he rebuffs his claim with a scoff, “In case you have forgotten, Hamhua, I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and I cannot move around freely like you. You think with this joint problem I'd be fine by myself at a public school? My parents put me in homeschooling since it's better that way for me to continue my curriculum.”

Hamhua wipes his head vigorously to remove Shenyan's scent. The hamster only scowls at Shenyan in return, glaring at the white tomcat. The hamster demands, “You just licked me on my forehead! Why would you do that?!”

“You talk too much.” Shenyan resumes walking away, voicing his complaint to the hamster. Hamhua follows behind him, keeping the tomcat in his line of sight. Shenyan further admonishes, “Just like with talking, you can have too much detail - that will also be a turnoff for some viewers. You need to be balanced.”

“So you just lapped my head to shut me up for no reason and now you’re counseling me on my speech and talking points?” Hamhua asserted, intrigued. “You're a weird person, Shenyan.”

Shenyan shrugs and remarks, “I’m not weird, I just see everything differently. I'm also rich, as you already know, so I have everything provided for me.”

“And you're fortunate to be living a high-class lifestyle with a restrictive condition.” Hamhua mentioned in return. “I have to constantly work my butt off with my writing just to make a profit.”

Shenyan reaches his personal room and turns to face Hamhua while listening to him speak. Following some brief consideration, the white tomcat suggests, “You won't need to constantly worry about deadlines on your bills, payments, or whatever you need to cover - I will cover it for you.”

Hamhua is still on edge during the entire time he has been inside Shenyan’s apartment. To him, what the white cat is saying to him is simply too good to be true. But what Shenyan says next makes Hamhua pause and consider.

“From this point on, you'll no longer have to worry about eviction because everything will be covered. You can do your writing at your own pace without having to worry about deadlines or desperation. It doesn't hurt to ask for advice at times either ‘cause you'll need it. Trust me - it helps.” Shenyan’s statement makes Hamhua think. For one thing, the hamster will have a new environment that is completely stable now. Plus, he will be able to work at his own pace and not have to worry about upcoming payments for bills to cover. So this will allow Hamhua to freely work on his novels without the feeling of being rushed or with the threat of looming deadlines ahead.

Hamhua is silent at first, pondering the information given to him. The hamster is puzzled, yet intrigued at the same time. After some silence, the hamster finally concludes, “So let me get this straight - you and your rich folks are gonna cover me one hundred percent and I will no longer have to work myself to death trying to pay for my living condition?”

“Was I speaking Hebrew or not?” Shenyan marches into his room and plops on his bed, panting a bit from exertion. “You heard me loud and clear as the next person. So yes, you will be covered completely.”

“So this means I'm in the clear from now on?” Hamhua assumed. He wanted to make sure what he was hearing was real and not a joke. Once again, Shenyan dismisses Hamhua's concern with a wave and declares, “If I didn't contact you during your little fiasco, do you really think anyone else would have done the same? Or do you believe I would not have invited you over as my roommate if I hadn't contacted you?”

“Point taken - I get it.” Hamhua acknowledged in understanding. “Now I don't have to worry about rushing to work on my novels! Honestly, it's a little overwhelming…”

“In a while, you’ll get used to it, Hamhua. Now come in here and start unpacking your stuff. Anything you forgot you can backtrack to your old apartment to grab.” Shenyan observes the hamster intently, noticing the faint pink coloring forming on his cheeks. In a sudden move of compassion, Shenyan pats the space on his mattress beside him to his right, indicating a free spot to sit.

~~~~~

For the next few hours, the hamster and the tomcat begin discussing Hamhua’s works and recent updates. In time, Hamhua began to finally relax in his new environment, though with his new surroundings, he is still feeling slightly overwhelmed. No more drab, crackling walls to notice, no more empty ramen noodles cups to trudge through, no more deadlines, and no more rushing. Hamhua not only has a new roommate but also a writing counselor to guide him.

“Wow… I can't believe I'm in a new spot…” Hamhua whispered to himself. The hamster took the time with Shenyan's permission to do some exploring around the large house. Compared to Hamhua's smaller, shabby complex, Shenyan's place is much better, fancier, and brighter. This leaves Hamhua in wonder with the hamster mumbling to himself, “How do they do it? How can they keep up a place as bright as this?”

The hamster is so enthralled in exploring his new surroundings when a sudden declaration of his name erupted out of nowhere. “Hamhua!!”

“EEK!!!” The hamster nearly sheds his fur as well as almost succumbing to a heart attack from being jolted out of focus. The hamster is left clutching his chest out of fear from the sudden jumpscare. When he slowly turns around, the hamster is met with the cynical sight of Shenyan. Upon sighting the white tomcat, Hamhua’s fear is replaced with a mix of dismay and irritation. Even his facial expression, with blank angry eyes, speaks volumes.

“Oh, it's you…” Hamhua regards Shenyan with contempt from spotting him in the doorway. The hamster wasn't too happy with being startled out of his mind or being awakened from his tunnel vision. Hamhua may not know it himself but he is easy to scare.

“Yeah? So?” Shenyan just sticks his tongue out towards the hamster in a teasing manner, ignoring the fact that Hamhua could have possibly dropped dead from a heart attack due to being jumpscared. The white cat simply did not care.

Irritated, Hamhua snaps, “Don't do that!!! You almost gave me a heart attack with your stupid jumpscare!!! Next time you do that, I'll Bite off your head!”

Shenyan mockingly retorts, “Ooohhh, I'm shaking right now. You could seriously do some damage…” The tomcat doesn't buy the hamster’s threat one bit and with his free hand, Shenyan reveals his own claws to the hamster and mentions, “Unlike you, I can really do some serious damage if I wanted, and it won't be pretty either.”

Hamhua gulping from Shenyan's claws indicates the threat is real. And Shenyan just nonchalantly licks his claws before retracting them shortly afterwards. That got the hamster’s attention.

“So while you were busy wandering around, I did a little reading from your web series.” Shenyan mentioned. “It's very sloppy, to say the least. Not that I'm surprised or anything.”

“You mean to tell me you went snooping around my belongings??” Hamhua demands to know what possessed Shenyan to invade his laptop and web series. Shenyan just leans against the wall and his cane while claiming, “Oh, just curious. You could use a lot of pointers, such as good plot material, spelling and grammar, and punctuation. And you need a good character arc too. The key to a good web series is a well-developed plot, detailed characters, and a balance between the action and the cooldown.”

“But aren't thriller movies and fics just action?” Hamhua's mention of the ‘Thriller’ genre is the first piece that immediately sprang to his mind. But Shenyan offers a rebuttal in return, claiming, “Thrillers also have a cooldown period and so do disasters. But in a way, thrillers and disasters are all action like you claim. So in a sense, you are right.”

“How do you know so much, Shenyan?” Hamhua questioned directly out of intrigue.

“I do a lot of reading in my spare time when I'm alone in the house. Plus, I watch a lot of movies too, all on my own tablet.” Shenyan stated.

“Well you should be a writer yourself, Shenyan! Maybe instead of always critiquing just me, you could critique others on their work!” Hamhua suggested, his eyes sparkling.

“Writing isn't really my specialty.” Shenyan remarked, leaning against his cane and the nearby wall once more. The tomcat rubs his head bashfully while claiming, “Same with art and movies. I'm more of a critic than a worker. As you can see by my condition, I can't work so everything I do is a sort of hobby for me.”

“I see… so everything is a hobby to you, even your criticism of the works you scope out from time to time.” Hamhua acknowledged in return.

Shenyan, however, is indifferent. He waves off the hamster’s claim again, interjecting his distaste over it. “Meh, I wouldn't say that my whole criticism thing is a hobby. It's just rating it good or bad or poor depending on how well it's written out. And as I said earlier, I have seen plenty of online works ranging from good to downright trashy. Some of the stuff is so bad it makes me almost gag.”

“Besides my stuff, the other content out there can't be that bad, right?” Hamhua assumed with a shrug.

Shenyan scoffs in rebuttal, shattering Hamhua's implication, “Bah! You'd be amazed. If you had seen and read what I viewed, your reaction would range from ‘This is amazing!’ to ‘What in the world is this? This is garbage!’. So now, I wouldn't care less about what people think about me and my criticism.”

“I can see that entirely about you.” Hamhua observed. “Not sure if you'd gain more followers and friends due to your stuck-up personality. Harsh criticism is a bad turnoff for most writers.”

“I guess you're right, Hamhua.” Shenyan agreed, rubbing his neck a little bit. The cat eases off his cane and the wall and nearly topples over when Hamhua zooms in to grab him and ease him into the kitchen. After being sat down by the hamster, Shenyan just ends up staring at Hamhua, his eyes bulging in focus.

The hamster starts to grow uneasy from all the staring and prepares to take his leave when Shenyan grabs him by his wrist to stop him. Suddenly exhausted, the cat breathes, “Thank you for that. I guess this is part of my condition.”

“I may be a novice writer but I ain't cold-hearted or selfish. You're welcome, Shenyan.” After Hamhua resounds his appreciation, the hamster suddenly freezes with his eyes bulging in fear. Reaching a scary conclusion, Hamhua implies, “Wait, you've actually fell before??”

“Yes I have - well, almost.” The tomcat, in a sudden pout of irritation, slams a fist on the kitchen table before him, startling the hamster into a jump. Shenyan then mentions, “That's one of the main reasons why I’m severely limited and I hate it. If it wasn't for this joint condition, I’d be a whole lot better off actually working and having people with me.”

“I see…” Witnessing Shenyan’s brief tirade and pout, Hamhua nervously wanders forward and lowers himself to hug Shenyan. The cat freezes at first and returns the gesture later, purring against Hamhua. This actually brings a genuine smile to Shenyan's face.

“Nobody except for my parents has ever done that to me. I’ve never had that much contact with the outside world but this feels heavenly. Thank you for helping me there.” Shenyan acknowledged, genuinely grateful.

Hamhua just nibbles on Shenyan’s ear and remarks, “No problem. You know, you should start moving around more to help your joints, but don't overdo it.”

“I know. My parents tell me not to push myself. Maybe we could start after a snack.” Shenyan obliged.

“I don't mind.” Hamhua agreed, casting a wink at the white cat.

~~~~~

Hamhua and Shenyan belong to Hamhua (ToyHouse) in this medium-length story commission!