You noticed how high the hands are and briskly pull out your white coat and hat.
You make your way down the stairs of the apartment complex. You're an amazing chef, you don't let anyone tell you different. Sure you got money but you know better than to waste it on luxury. As you got onto the floor below you, you slipped a love note under a door. As you step away from it, it opened. There you saw a beautiful blue leona, with dyed purple hair, green eyes, white underbelly that shaped itself up her neck to her nose. She was wearing yoga pants and a plain T-shirt, ready for her daily jog. She also held your letter in her hand, leaning her arm on the door frame and waving the parchment. "Do I even have to read it?" She smirked.
"Good afternoon, Solace, how's winter treating you?" You asked, making your way downstairs with her by your side.
"Only half as bad as you cook," She joked with a smile on her face. "Speaking of which. Thank you- For the present I mean. I know it was a while since you gave her to me, but Bibi's a good cook. It's a shame she's gone..."
"It was a year. And she's a chef." You said teasingly, "She learnt from the best." The both of you reached the bottom of the stairs and you got into your car as Solace waved bye. Run her over The deranged voice in your head jests, referring to how she mocked your culinary skills. She's just jealous the voices don't want to talk to her. You drove to your work a few miles away and managed to clock in a minute early. You work at a fancy freaking restaurant, one that serves (mostly) live micen. You relieved the previous chef as he finishes the last of his orders and get to work. Nothing special happened for a few hours until you received a phone call. The caller ID was labeled Solace.
You stop twirling the pizza above your head and answer the phone. She wanted to talk to you about the letter, and how it asks if you could sleep over. "What exactly did you mean by sleep over?" She asked
"Well, it's not what you think it means. I guess I worded it wrong. I just wanted to sleep over, cook for you and just... hang... out." You words trail off as you noticed a purple micen, white belly, yellow hair with several blue polka dots on its back. She was sitting on the bar with several trays of food ready, munching on a cherry from a dessert you've worked on a minute ago.
"What's wrong?" Solace asked as you reached for the mouse, plucked it and placed it in a jar full of them.
"A micen just took a cherry from a plate I made." You heard Solace laugh as you replaced the cherry. "Anyways, I just wanted to, you know, hang out for the night. Play games, watch T.V."
"I'd like that." Solace voice hummed. Your ears perk up in excitement. "What time did you plan on coming over." You began placing ingredients on the pizza, thinking of what the best time could be. As you finished placing all of the varied food down, the purple micen from before took a piece of mushroom off and took a bite out of it.
Your eyes widen as she looked up at you with a grin on her chewing face. You looked over to the jar and your jaw dropped. It was completely empty, vacant of all four micen from before. You turn back and see her lean on the pizza, gnawing away off the mushroom. "You there?" Solace asked in the dead silence.
"Solace, you might not believe this but that micen escaped!"
"How?" the cat asked in disbelief.
"Magic." The mouse spoke, before taking another bite continued "With the power of elf tears and porcupine wishes."
"Was that her? She sounds like wonderful company. Do you think you could bring her over?" Solace said. The mouse nodded.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do. I'll see you soon Solace." You hang up the phone and pick up the mouse. She rested her elbow on your wrist, and her head on her hand, eating the last of the mushroom. You tie her up with plastic wrap and place her in your pocket on your chefs coat, right next to your heart,
An hour before it was time to leave work, you saw her again, tasting the food on the bar above you. You check your pocket and feel the crumbled up plastic. She stuck her tongue at you, prompting you to grab her. You couldn't take any chances so you stuff her in your mouth, with her rump and legs sticking out. This time it was only a few minutes later, while finishing a chocolate micen (Like a chocolate moose, but with a micen buried with the head poking out.) You noticed that the purple one was sitting next to the dessert, soaked in saliva from waist up with a grumpy face and two hands flipping you off. You opened your mouth, she was gone. You didn't even feel her move! The micen in the chocolate mouse was also gone. You sigh. "Alright, what's it going to take for you to stay still till I get home?"
"I can tolerate plastic wrap, or a glass jar, but your mouth is disgusting! If I wanted to be in there, I'd go in without your help. No, because You drenched me in your nasty-ass-drool, it'll cost you... Say.." She tapped the glass of chocolate. Your ears dropped. You'd try to eat her, but she might escape from your stomach too if she really tried. You replace the micen she stole and prepared another one. "You know you can't eat all of this in one sitting. It's bigger than you even."
"It won't take more than an hour." She said, climbing on the rim and diving in.
"What's your name, by the way?"
"They call me, Jessica."
"They?"
"The other magicians." She said, digging her head back in.
You wonder what she meant but you know you won't get any answers until she's finished eating. An hour past and that means you've finally ended your shift. You look at the glass and see the micen snoozing inside among the chocolate stains.
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