Charles
“I… want to go out.”
The flipping of pages stopped. Charles, who was doing so, arched his eyebrows in wonder, before his gaze wandered in a random direction as he began to talk.
“What was that supposed to mean, Ruth?” Charles asked. There wasn’t anyone inside this who had a feminine yet raspy voice except for Ruth.
“I want to go out and have a walk in the park.” Ruth elaborated her point.
“Oh.” Charles paused a bit. “Then, shall we go?”
“No, not like that. I want to walk independently and explore outside alone.”
Charles, who was about to stand up from his work chair, halted. He then returned to sit down. “Then, shouldn’t you be able to do that?”
“I can’t.”
Charles widened his eyes. “Why?”
There was a pause from the cat when he asked that. “…I am trapped inside your body
