“Hmm, I should probably go check on them.” I said while we waited for Mya to bring back the bill.
“Hmm?” Clarie looked at me confused for a moment while she held the spoon full of ice-creamy goodness to her mouth. “…Oh, you mean guys you dealt with earlier?” She said after swallowing the ice cream and recalling our earlier talk.
“Yeah. I guess they should have learned their lesson by now.” I said pensively.
Kyuuun~~! I missed this soooo much. Feeling myself almost melting as Mya gently petted my head, it took me the entirety of my self control to not just go an start wagging my tails out for everyone to see. It felt that good.
Okay, scratch that. Tails are out. At least I could hide them by coiling them around my waist and putting Mya between me and the others customers.
I sat on the couch while reading through some magazines that I found in Clarie’s bedroom. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t anything fashion related, and instead had mostly current news about the situation of the city, country and world as a whole. Taking this chance to catch up on news that were more than a thousand years old for me, I waited as she finished preparing herself.
One good and bad thing about having enhanced senses is the fact that I can hear everything, this meant that even though I’m two rooms away from the bathroom with the TV turned on at a high volume, I could still hear the water running from the shower. Knowing full well how embarrassing it is to have someone listening on you while you are taking a shower, I decided to cast a silence spell around the whole room, blocking the sound from outside.
“Muu… I see. I can kind of understand now.” Clarie said annoyed. “Still, you could have tolds us about you earlier, you know? I mean, i don’t know if i would have helped you, but…”
“Sorry…” I said a bit depressed.
“Also, did you really have to release your full pressure when we met? That was kinda mean. You have any idea how scary you are when you are using it?” She asked me while tightening her grip around my neck annoyed for a moment.
“Who are you and what do you want with us?” I heard my father’s voice as he skidded to a halt before my mother.
Father was a quite unique figure. He was scrawny, like, really thin to the point that he looks a bit sick, the fact that he already is pretty pale doesn’t exactly help him either, as the long black hair made quite the contrast.
Feeling a tinge of nostalgia as I saw him wearing his usual social clothes that he wore when working, I couldn’t help but feel that, as usual, seeing the scrawny looking father of mine holding such a large and dangerous looking knife didn’t exactly match what people would think of him.
Hmm, actually, I don’t think I know that one. Is it new to the collection?