forum Not what you signed up for // Closed // (Mature)

Started November 20, 2019 by @The-Magician group

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Another crimson sunrise, another chilly day on the outskirts of the city, and frost was beginning to settle on the window ledges of Harrison's small, red brick stately home. As per every morning he began with simple stretches, followed by a shower and getting dressed, before eventually making his way downstairs to the kitchen. With one sketchbook in hand, and a pencil resting on his ear, he leaned back on the marble counter top, sipping a large cup of coffee. Peace and quiet. It was only seven o'clock, so he wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake, though from the soft pattering of footsteps that echoed through the house, Harrison knew that a luxury such as quiet wasn't something he was going to be able to afford today. I wonder which one it is, I ought to have learned by now.

Nas poked their head through the door, making sure Harrison was inside before they entered. "Hello, my dear artist nerd!" They exclaimed, giving no other warning beside the footsteps from earlier before going to bother him. "How are you on this somewhat good day, much too late in the morning to be only doing this. Don't you have school or something?"

"Hello Nas." Harrison quickly drank the dregs of his coffee, and tried not to throw the cup into the sink. He turned to the tainted Fae with a tired smile spread across his lips. "I don't have school today, no. I graduated last year, remember?" Hadn't Nas been there when he'd received his certificates? At this point, he couldn't quite remember who had been there and who had decided to stay at home.
He carefully placed the sketchbook onto the surface behind him, and made his way over to the fridge. "I suppose you'll be wanting breakfast?"

"Huh, oh right. I forgot about that. Human time is tricky."
Nas laughed. "Oh, and I already ate. I went outside and killed a rabbit!" They announced, holding up a slightly bloodied hand and giving a small bow. "Hope none of the others try and kill me again for hunting in their forest. That was unfortunate."

"How many walls have you touched with those hands?" Harrison didn't know whether to be scared or annoyed at the idea of Nas having gotten blood on his pristine magnolia walls. And she had better have disposed of the carcass properly. If I don't see a set of perfectly cleaned bones in the black box I am not going to be happy. The black box was just that—a black box. Only, it sat inside a room that no visitors ever entered. When was the last time he'd even had visitors, last Christmas? But anyway, the black box was just one of the many boxes inside that room that contained rather questionable items. Black was bones, red was jars of bugs. yellow was poisonous herbs etc..
Harrison closed the fridge again, feeling quite put off the thought of having breakfast now that he'd seen the blood. It wasn't like he couldn't handle blood, in fact he was used to it by now, but he didn't like the mental image he was having of Nas eating a rabbit raw.

Nas gave one of their signature sharp-toothed smiles, dimples showing. "I didn't touch any walls, promise. Though, no bones for the black box today. I threw them at birds." They hummed, going to sit on the counter, crosslegged. "Are one of your friends coming over today? Do you even have friends?"

Cat slithered into the room in snake form. Her scales where perfectly clean and white except for tiny specks of blood near her mouth. She had dealt with the house's slight mouse problem. Letting some live so she could go back for more another time. She silently moved across the room and up Harrison's leg. Well as quietly as a slithering snake could be.

"Of course I have friends!" Harrison's eyebrows knitted together and his face formed the 'What' expression, completely with the hand gesture. "I mean who wouldn't want to be friends with an average guy who suddenly became wealthy when he turned 18?" He raised one eyebrow when he realised that Nas was sat on the counter, but he was going to let them off just this once. Nas's words had somewhat gotten to him—does he have friends? Everyone whom he had once classed as a friend had drifted away from him, mainly from jealousy and going to other colleges. Although there was one friend, a girl he'd known since he was little, and though they hadn't seen each other for a while, Harrison knew that she was always there if he needed her. Just like he was for her…

"Why does it matter to you if I have friends? I'm not letting you manipulate them into doing your bidding. EH?" The sudden feeling of something sliding up his leg caused him to jump, but when he looked down and realised it was only Cat, he sighed. "Good morning. I see you've already eaten too."

Cat slithered up Harrison's body and then turned into a human. Her feet were on the ground but one of her arms was around his waist. "Yep, We should leave food out for the mice they are getting thin," she said smiling sweetly at him. She licked her lips, she liked the metallic taste of blood even in her human form. "And what's this about you having friends?"

"I want to knowwww! The only human here is you and you're no fun to spook!" Nas pouted, sighing dramatically and waving to Cat. "Hey Cat, tell Harry over here to go make real friends." They looked down at their outfit. "I need someone to take me shopping."

Harrison wrapped one arm around Cat's shoulder, holding her against him in a friendly sort of way. "First of all, I don't need friends. I have enough to deal with, with all you guys. Secondly, I have offered to take you shopping plenty of times and you always say no." he adjusted the glasses on his face, though they were a little dirty so he still couldn't see through them properly. "I'll see what I can do about the mice."

"You offering to take me shopping includes going to your computer and onto your pathetic online stores like Amoooozon." Nas scrunched their nose and stuck out their tongue, throwing their hands up in the air. "Plus, you have a horrible taste in clothing, no pinks."

"Sorry but I'm pretty sure Amoozon doesn't even sell half of the things I own, or what you want to wear." Harrison's expression depicted boredom, but really he was just trying not to get annoyed. It was far too early to be dealing with Nas' complaining. "Believe it or not I actually leave the house to buy my clothes."

Giving out a voiceless yawn, Noel turned the corner and saw the commotion which was going on. He had his notebook in his hand which was already opened.
”Can you all keep it down? I’m trying to get some more sleep” was written on the note. He didn’t look annoyed or angry in the slightest, just really, really tired.
With eyes half opened, sockets blustered, it was fair to say that he didn’t get enough rest.

Bailey came down the stairs and almost crashed into the small group that had formed in the kitchen. "Is this another "family meeting"?" She asked, "I swear whatever it was, it wasnt me."

Cat laughed slightly at bailey. She walked over to the fridge. Opening it and taking out a beer. Sitting up on the counter about to open it. (If anyone here’s uncomfortable witt Th underage drinking someone can stop her. It is like 7am)

”And you’re getting drunk at 7 in the morning?” Noel showed that page towards Cat. Honestly though, he would most likely be drinking with the girl if it wasn’t for the fact that he was ‘almost’ sleepwalking at this point.

She smirked at the paper but didn't really read it. "Sorry I don't read before 12," She laughed opening the beer and taking a long sip. The truth was English wasn't her first language. Reading it was difficult so she just chose to mainly avoid it. Movies were a thing for a reason.

While Cat pulled a beer from the fridge, Harrison made himself another cup of coffee and observed his surroundings while he drank.
They were a lively bunch, and more often than not they were actually pleasant to be tied to, but it still tired him out just talking to them. They all had their own requirements, their own quirks, and unfortunately they were mainly of the female sex so complaining could be heard in almost every sentence they said. Or at least that's how Harrison saw it.

From outside the locked kitchen window, a timid face peered through. Lock often envied the others, they were able to have fun in ways that he couldn't, and they could be inside a building without feeling like they were suffocating—so he assumed. So for the time being he was content just watching them. If only he could hear what they were saying.