If given the option, you would rather not end up in a homeless shelter. And moving in with a cop at the very least means you won't be taken advantage of. "Are you sure, I mean, you don't know anything about me," you ask, wanting to make sure the offer was genuine.
"No offense, but YOU don't know anything about you." Smug says, "And I think I can handle living with one fox."
She definitely has a point there, species-wise she could likely have you for dinner if you tried anything. "Um, ok, I guess it's better than living on the street."
"That's the spirit, pack your things and I'll take you there," she says, smirking at the fact that she knows you have nothing. Frowning slightly, you follow her to the police cruiser, and climb in the back.
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"Wow, you're going to let me live here?" you ask, looking over the apartment. IT is an open floorplan, the kitchen and the living space flowing into one another. Two bedrooms are on the second level, overlooking the sitting area. You notice they have sliding double doors, and the walkway is wider than you would expect. Even the stairway looks bigger and more heavy-duty than you would expect for a regular apartment. "It's.... big," you say.
"Yeah, pretty standard for this area," she says. "Now, your room is the one on the right. Stay out of my room and we won't have a problem. Got it?" Her expression is serious, and you can't help but gulp nervously, "Got it." you say.
"You'll be fine here for a few days, but I suggest you begin looking for a job if you want to stick around," she says.
"Wait, how do I get a job when I literally have nothing to wear to an interview?" You say, unsure of how you'll make a good impression in a stolen set of old clothes.
Smug stops and contemplates a bit. "You could easily find a job in the public sector, fast food, menial labor, but I suppose I could spot you some money for a nice suit... if..." she smiles as if in on a joke you're not aware of.
If what?" you ask, a bit annoyed at her teasing.
"If you apply for a job at the station." She says, still grinning.
"Wait. Be a cop?" You ask, suddenly picturing yourself in uniform. A little dashing, you think.
"Hpfffff, NO!" she snorts, almost doubling over in laughter. "You've got no police training, but we could use an errand boy. Maybe you could work yourself up from there. You'd be fetching files, taking calls, bringing us coffee, greeting clients. Basically, a receptionist."
"So.... basically someone you just order around?" You say, picturing a slightly less glorified image of yourself.
"Exactly," says Smug, "Do that and I'll consider covering your portion of the rent." She takes a sip of coffee, letting you process the offer.
Free-rent is definitely a good offer if you get the job that is. Though Smug seems to enjoy grinding your gears, it is a step up from working behind a counter flipping burgers. Then again, if you would probably have more freedom in a public sector job out from under the eyes of the police. Not that you're planning anything illegal, but having no idea how the city works, and being under the nose of the police 24/7 may be nerve-wracking...
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