"Good.. morning..."

Quincy said sleepily as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. You usually make breakfast, so all he has to do is wait and...

"...Where's Topper?"

Oh.

This animal annoys you at night, it’s not your fault that he climbed towards you and you.. threw him out of the house. huh.

"Wait, did you literally throw him away? Give me a second, I'm sure he is..."

And Quincy's voice suddenly disappeared as he left the house. Literally two minutes later he came back.. With a wet Topper in his fist.

"...He waited at the door all this time."