This choice: Risa allows you to live on one condition. • Go Back...Chapter #6A stranger's grace by: ItsMe   "Hmm?" Risa hummed.
She took the bag and looked in it. She pulled out the graham cracker crumbs in plastic wrap and inspected it. She placed it back in and pushed the bag aside. She took her prey from her mouth. The micen was dark yellow and short red hair, dangled by her tail with torn clothes and started to pant. "So, believe it or not, I'm not very hungry right now. Consider yourself damn lucky." Risa flicked you off your feet and dropped the woman on you, her fur was doused in saliva. She clung tightly around your waist. "Anyways, I caught her with more food than you. In all rights, she should be dead." The woman hugged tighter as she heard talk about demise. "Instead, she's going to stay with you forever, until I say otherwise. And you better hope I don't say otherwise." She took your bag of food and left through the arch.
You sit up, the woman still held on with her eyes shut tightly.
"She's gone." You huff.
She opened her hazel eyes, "Hello!" She stood up quickly, changing her disposition. She held out her hand and helped you up. "I'm Pyrrah."
"Mombasa." You grab her hand and she helps you up. "She took my dufflebag..." You trail off.
Pyrrah looked at her tattered shirt and pants. "She ruined my clothes too. Jerk tried to chew me."
"She said she wasn't hungry, how many micen did she eat?"
"Six." She shrugged.
"Six?" You asked, your voice hinted a question why she is so careless about the others.
"Don't look at me like that. A whole family of muggers is what they are." When she refers to people dying as family, you frown, thinking of your own. "They won't be missed." She nudged your shoulder, "Let's get something to eat." She walked towards the pantry from whence you came from. You were about to protest but decided she had the right idea. "Do you know where to get clothes around here?"
"You're a foreigner?"
"That surprising?" She turned around and started to walk backwards.
"When most people hear about Risa, they steer clear." You answer. Everyone, except for people who hide.
"I also heard rumors of her sister." She turned around and walked straight into a wall. She composed herself. "That didn't happen." She opened the wooded door to the pantry. "You didn't answer my question."
"I know." You hold open the 'door' and followed her in, "The only place that sells clothes is unwelcome to strangers."
"But you're not a stranger, are you?" She gets close to you in a seductive manner, "Anything I can do to... convince you to get me clothes?"
You thought for a moment. "Yeah, there is." You pointed to a bag of bread, "You can carry food back to your new home for me.
Her ears drop. "What?" She looked at the bread, "But I have nothing to carry it with." You shrug. She cross her arms and pouted at your rejection."What makes you think I'll do that?"
"If you don't I'll find Risa and trade you for my bag back." You growl.
Pyrrah frowned and sighed. "Alright fine. I'll do it, for the clothes." You bit off some plastic from the mouth of the loaf. Two pieces total. They were big enough to make a sack. You placed a bunch of bread in it, along with Pyhrra's.
"This is more than I had!" She griped, "I thought greed was a bad thing, brah."
Brah? You tie a knot and through the sack over your shoulder, "I have five mouths to feed. Six including you. I also have to pay to get you new clothes." She looked at you questionably, her lips motioning 'five' silently, "Yes, five other mouths. I keep a mutant rat baby alive under the floor boards for my amusement. I also have a family you get to meet. Come on, I'll get you some clothes."
She was silent for most of the way to Zurv. Halfway across the kitchen floor she asked "So what happens if Risa catches me with you no where in sight?"
"You will wish you let her chew you up ten minutes ago." You grunt the answer to the dumbest question of all. She shut her mouth the rest of the way until you reached a hole near the arch. You looked at the splint 'ZRV'.
"Stay here." You point to the ground a few steps inside the hole. She protested against it but you reminded her, "They aren't going to let us in if you follow." You turned to walk away but stopped and turned around, "Give me your clothes."
She refused and said "I don't want to. Why do you need them?"
"So I can help trade it for other clothes. Why do you need them?"
She curled up, "I'm self conscious... Just look away. And no turning around!"
You did as she asked, "You know everything is covered by fur, right?"
"Where I come from, that doesn't matter. If the body isn't your's don't look at it." She tossed her wet shirt and pants at your feet. You grab them and the sack before climbing a makeshift ladder up a splint.
You came back down an hour later with a pair of shorts and a shirt. You tossed them at her feet whilst looking at a wall. "The shirt is too small." You heard her complain, causing you to raise your voice a little.
"It's the only one he had in stock. Unless you prefer walking around with a pair of pants wrapped around your chest you get to deal with that." After a moment she gave the all clear to turn around. She moved her body around. her new grey shirt and black shorts exposed her trimmed belly and legs, managing to make her look good despite the odds. You're not going to tell her that though, she doesn't deserve that.
"So how do I look?"
"Like a woman." You answered as you grab the last bag and walk out the hole, "Come on."
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