"Lucian, look!" Platina says to me, pointing with her finger.
"Is that... a kitten?"
"Yes. I'm sure it's a girl. She looks lonely."
"A Lonely Kitten."
"We can't leave her like this! Let's take care of her."
"What do you mean, 'we'?"
"Please, Lucian! She'll die if no one takes care of her."
"Well, all right. I'd do anything for you, Platina."
"Oh, Lucian." She said, blushing.
"Stop it! You're going to make me blush."
"Too late. Your face is as red as mine! Come on, little kitty. We'll take good care of you."
"Meow!" Do the kitten who's no longer lonely.