You try to act natural, but natural has become a bit difficult since you realized your mythical rats were in fact sentient, shapeshifting demons or monsters or… something else altogether. You’re still coming to terms with that.
But your friend is visiting and you’re running off of two hours of sleep— so act natural.
Halfway through your friend’s sentence they stop, blinking towards the massive cage on the opposite end of your living room where you now know they’ve listening like little gossips.
“Hey uh… your… hamsters? I think they’re fucking.”
Or at least they were being little gossips.
“Just ignore them,” you say, barely missing a beat. “A couple of them are… not fixed.”
“And shouldn’t you…?”
“If we just ignore them they’ll stop. Eventually.”
You wait a beat before sharply turning your glare back towards the cage just in time to see several forms scurrying behind some of the miniature furniture you’d made for them. Handmade! You even cooed and babytalked them while you did it!
Jester was the only visible shape, his form curled up on itself in a little flannel bed. His eyes fell on you in a way that was hard to read from this far away, but you knew there was some sadistic amusement— he knew that you knew they could understand every spoken word between you and your friend’s conversation.
And you swear that he was smiling.
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