Meow was completely dumbfounded.
What on earth is this?
She looked at her own hand and pressed her index finger onto that small handprint—it was identical, a perfect match.
When…when did this happen, and how did she not know?
Meow was stunned. It took her a while to react. She looked up at Tyr and said, "This... this, I didn't press it, how did you get my fingerprint?"
Tyr looked serious: "While you were asleep."
That obviously meant he was being so blatantly shameless. All he didn't say was, yes, I took your hand and pressed it while you were asleep and unaware, what are you going to do about it?
Meow was about to cry, "You…you… how could you do this? This is just… this is just…"
Meow was at a loss for words, it was too shameless, too brazen, too... mean.
Tyr calmly said, "You seemed to be sleeping so well, I didn't want to disturb you."
Meow felt like fainting. Was she supposed to thank him for not waking her up?
