34, The pet

Mikael stayed close to Rayvin. They were dealing with a human, but he wasn’t about to take any chances.

“Oh fuck, finally, people. I have been kept here for ages and I have only seen people like two times,” the man in the chair said. “Hey, don’t I know you?” he then asked, looking at Rayvin and Diana.

“No,” Rayvin deadpanned him.

“Right, right. Never seen you, got you,” he franticly agreed.

“We need to talk about the drugs you have been selling,” Rayvin told him.

“Drugs? Ah, come on lady, don’t be like that. I’m a free spirit. I make my money in whatever way I can,” he said.

“I don’t care about the drugs, I care about what you people have put into them.” The man looked at Rayvin.

“Hey, hey. No, my products are clean. I don’t work with diluted shit. The people I buy from are good people. They’re not shit that put things like that in the product, real classy they are,” he told her.

‘Is this common amongst humans? To run their mouth like this? We haven’t even threatened him yet,’ Ben a