It's going to be a long week.
Just today, Shieki nearly lit the apartment complex on fire trying to learn how to cook; Risa tried sneaking a few micen from Desio in her clothes, not like that ever works; micen keep taking your candy where you hide it, and you now need new bike tires thanks to a friendly stray nail on the sidewalk.
The only thing you began to ask for now is to sleep. You rest your head on your pillow, bringing the blankets above your shoulders. The warmth helped make your eyes heavier. The body you call your own started to slow, you can feel it as it began to finally rest. You close your eyes, ready for some much needed sleep.
"Miss Solace."
Your eyelids open, carrying frustration under them. You dart your eyes to the closest figure.
Sven you think as you recognize the voice, Friggin' Sven. "What do you want?" You say, anger pinching your voice, baring your teeth.
"There are a group of micen requesting to see you." He said at the position of attention. "They seem to be from-" He stopped, your head hovered over him. "Solace?" He nearly stuttered on his words. Your thoughts were tired, unable to think of what would happen if you bit his head off. You opened your jaws and placed your teeth on his left shoulder, telling him to continue. "They said they have an offering and hostages." He swallowed hard, "They aren't requesting more like demanding. They're in the pantry as we speak."
You move back, setting your feet off the bed. You can hear him breath a sigh of relief. You stand and point at him, "Don't move." and head into the kitchen. It's hard to believe this is worth your time, but you could use a midnight snack. You open the pantry doors, at first seeing no one. You look around and behind a can of peas. He stepped out holding a woman by her arms. The micen was tall, wearing a black cloth outfit, he was brown with ginger hair.
"Good evening Solace," He said, cower was soothed in his voice. "My name is Jeremy, my brothers and I didn't mean to wake you but we have an offer to make.
You glare at him. "Your impatience has made it so now you're risking your lives as well." you say sleepily.
Jeremy was struck back a little. "I didn't mean to cause any conflicts."
"Just give me a good reason why I shouldn't swat you off the shelf and go back to bed."
"We expected as much." He said, pulling the woman closer. "If I don't return by morning, my brothers will kill all the hostages."
"Please don't let that happen." The woman spoke up. You got a good look at her. She was pure white, save for her green eyes. Her long hair dangled past her white tail.
"This is Sam. She's worth enough that it could feed my brothers and I for at least two weeks." Jeremy said. Worth enough? "She volunteered to be offered to you, and we think she isn't worth more than our lives. We, she included, offer her to you."
"What do you mean, she's worth food?" You asked only for a moments thought you answered, "You're slavers?"
You reached for Jeremy, only for the woman to jump in the way. "It's not what you think! They bought us from other slavers, promising us better lives so long as we go with them. They treat us well, and keep us fed. We're heading to Kert, and we can't really get past here without your consent- we heard about Gertrude. It wasn't their idea to offer me, I volunteered. If you don't take me, they'll cut their losses, and the others necks."
"Indentured servants?" You asked, the woman nodding her head. "And what do you think I would I do with you?"
The woman hesitated. "I thought you were a micen when I first volunteered, I didn't think you were this big, and hopefully not as hungry... But I'm not backing out."
"Is that so?" you mutter.
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