Sunnie smiled at him as she patted him on the hair. "You're so considerate and adorable. So little."
"I'm not little and not adorable," Little Black protested, brushing her hands off. "I'm not a kid.. I'm older..."
She stared at him. "Is that so? Then how old are you?"
Little Black hesitated. "I don't tell anyone this, but since it's you, I'll tell you. I'm twelve."
Sunnie raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not eight?" She blinked.
"I'm not. I'm twelve. And that's it," he said with a soft pout. "I just look little and all.. but I'm older!" He insisted.
Sunnie blinked with a nod. "I see.. I see. You're still a kid then." She smiled. "Twelve is still a little one."
"I'm not a kid," he muttered. "I never was one..."
There was silence as Sunnie stared at him for a while before she said with a soft smile, "What happened to you? If you don't mind.. I'd like to hear your story. Can I?"
