Rose was having the happiest morning of her life.
She woke up extra early…almost glowing with excitement because her beloved "new cat" had finally accepted her lap last night. Or rather… he gave up struggling and fell asleep while glaring at her with narrowed, prideful eyes. Either way, Rose took it as a grand victory.
Sadly, she had school today.
After brushing her hair and putting on her pink socks (which didn't match her uniform, but she wore them anyway), she gently picked up her precious "baby" from the corner of her bed.
Loki, the demon prince, was not pleased.
He stared up at her with his glowing, narrowed eyes, his tail flicking sharply behind him.
"How dare this peasant child lift me like a stuffed toy."
But since he still couldn't speak in this form and couldn't shift so he remained silent, enduring the humiliation with the silent dignity of a cursed royal.
