Alright, so this was really fucking weird. Just, like, in general.
"Are you one of the ones who always needs to ask permission... Mr. Cernunnos?" she added, cautious but opting for manners.
Once again, there was an obscenely rich person offering her baths, clothes, and food. This one, however, had demands. Extremely uncomfortable demands, ones that made her uneasy to her core, one right after the other. Not one did she want to do.
That... was reassuring, in the way that Ruka's blue eyes had been unable to do. They had asked for absolutely nothing in exchange for clothes, food, cigarettes, money. Anything she wanted, really, and more that she was unwilling to accept. She'd spent the entire time looking for the trap.
This man, instead, came with a number of unpleasant, confusing, and downright scary requests. Ones with alarming implications.
That was a language she understood. Someone who wanted something from her.
Leaving her bag outside meant she would be defenseless--no rats. A bath meant she would be naked in his house. He requested that she masturbate, which seemed to be in line with everything else, but the other option was cry, which was not in line with everything else and equal parts confusing and alarming.
If she didn't perform 'to his satisfaction,' she'd have nothing for her trouble, she noted. And probably just trouble. Maybe some clothes. And a bath. A bath did sound nice, but she wasn't sure it was worth the risk.
On the other hand, food that didn't come from a garbage can had a nice ring to it. And she did need those books. And he had given her half of the information she needed, for free. In a weird way, but for free. And he was being very upfront. He could have definitely been much more circumvent about this whole thing. She'd asked him to ask plainly, and he was.
After a few moments' consideration, chewing on the inside of her lip, she nodded. There was a certain risk that came with being homeless. One had her kidnapped to be sold as a slave, one had her fucked senseless by a gargoyle, and one had her set up with free clothes, food, and money that she had then used to cover up some gruesome murders.
She was batting one for two, so hopefully this could even out the score.
"Ren," she said, taking his hand. She didn't need to worry if he was one of those weird fairies who could do something with your true name, because she didn't even know what the fuck her parents had named her, or if they had, or if she even had parents. She also didn't feel the need to lie and say her last name was Clarke or Noah or any other name she'd been lent as an amusing farce.
They were being straight with each other, here.
Hopefully.
After shaking his hand, she shifted the bag off her shoulder. One of the rats poked his head out, probably sensing her intentions, and she skritched under his head apologetically. They could just sit outside for a little while, and watch her bag. If everything went well, afterwards, she could give them food in thanks. This seemed fair to everyone involved. So she opened the door back up and placed the bag just outside on the steps. Three rats encouraged to bite would almost certainly be enough to keep anyone from stealing it.
When she closed the door, it was with profound anxiety, however. Being without rats was like being naked, only worse. Perhaps, er, one of them could... look around, for little, secret rat ways into the house.
Just in case.
"Are you one of the ones who always needs to ask permission... Mr. Cernunnos?" she added, cautious but opting for manners.
Once again, there was an obscenely rich person offering her baths, clothes, and food. This one, however, had demands. Extremely uncomfortable demands, ones that made her uneasy to her core, one right after the other. Not one did she want to do.
That... was reassuring, in the way that Ruka's blue eyes had been unable to do. They had asked for absolutely nothing in exchange for clothes, food, cigarettes, money. Anything she wanted, really, and more that she was unwilling to accept. She'd spent the entire time looking for the trap.
This man, instead, came with a number of unpleasant, confusing, and downright scary requests. Ones with alarming implications.
That was a language she understood. Someone who wanted something from her.
Leaving her bag outside meant she would be defenseless--no rats. A bath meant she would be naked in his house. He requested that she masturbate, which seemed to be in line with everything else, but the other option was cry, which was not in line with everything else and equal parts confusing and alarming.
If she didn't perform 'to his satisfaction,' she'd have nothing for her trouble, she noted. And probably just trouble. Maybe some clothes. And a bath. A bath did sound nice, but she wasn't sure it was worth the risk.
On the other hand, food that didn't come from a garbage can had a nice ring to it. And she did need those books. And he had given her half of the information she needed, for free. In a weird way, but for free. And he was being very upfront. He could have definitely been much more circumvent about this whole thing. She'd asked him to ask plainly, and he was.
After a few moments' consideration, chewing on the inside of her lip, she nodded. There was a certain risk that came with being homeless. One had her kidnapped to be sold as a slave, one had her fucked senseless by a gargoyle, and one had her set up with free clothes, food, and money that she had then used to cover up some gruesome murders.
She was batting one for two, so hopefully this could even out the score.
"Ren," she said, taking his hand. She didn't need to worry if he was one of those weird fairies who could do something with your true name, because she didn't even know what the fuck her parents had named her, or if they had, or if she even had parents. She also didn't feel the need to lie and say her last name was Clarke or Noah or any other name she'd been lent as an amusing farce.
They were being straight with each other, here.
Hopefully.
After shaking his hand, she shifted the bag off her shoulder. One of the rats poked his head out, probably sensing her intentions, and she skritched under his head apologetically. They could just sit outside for a little while, and watch her bag. If everything went well, afterwards, she could give them food in thanks. This seemed fair to everyone involved. So she opened the door back up and placed the bag just outside on the steps. Three rats encouraged to bite would almost certainly be enough to keep anyone from stealing it.
When she closed the door, it was with profound anxiety, however. Being without rats was like being naked, only worse. Perhaps, er, one of them could... look around, for little, secret rat ways into the house.
Just in case.
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