"Ah!" Fifteen sat on the floor, growling quietly, "Phoebe, you better pray that you never fall into my hands!"
Seeing her throw a tantrum like a little girl, Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle.
Already bending down, grabbing her little tail, wrapping the rope twice around his hand, he smiled as he looked at Fifteen, who sat angrily on the floor.
"Get up!"
"No!"
"How old are you, still acting spoiled?!"
"Who's acting spoiled?!" Fifteen rolled her eyes at him from the floor, "You've caught the fox, now you should let me go!"
Phoebe walked over smiling, squatted down, "But our deal isn't complete yet."
"What deal?" Fifteen pretended to be clueless, "We have a deal? I don't remember."
"No matter, you forgot, but I still remember!" Phoebe reached out and pulled her up from the floor, like pulling a little pet out the door, "Now, let's go see if your sister the fox says something like you!"
