As much as you appreciated Kre's efforts to cheer you up, it actually felt good to be back in your own less luxurious apartment. You took a deep breath and sighed as you closed your apartment door behind you and surveyed the kitchen. The apple seeds were shifted slightly, some micen must have thought they were edible and tried to have a nibble. You smiled at the thought before remembering there was a puny body still wriggling in your hand, the one Kre had tossed you before. Without sparing a glance to the unfortunate micen, you walked to the table and dropped them in the centre.
This was the first time you had actually seen the micen in any detail, the first time you'd bothered to take notice really. No wonder Kre had been so hesitant to kill him, the little runt was still a juvenile. What the hell kind of leona did Kre think you were?
Oh... Right. The thought occurred to you with a flash of red through your vision. He and I both know exactly what kind of leona I am... This was a matter for later. You took a glass from the sink and sat it on the table beside the scared little guy before scooping him up and dropping him inside.
Your nap was unusually blissful, the kind that comes after a good pleasant meal. As your eyes flittered open you were aware of the decrease in sunlight from outside. It must have been shortly after dusk. Following a quick trip to the restroom and a stretch, you decided against putting your clothes back on and paced leisurely through the living room towards the kitchen. The pile of papers next to your typewriter caught your eye and your memories settled on where you had left off writing them a few nights earlier. Your therapist had advocated this as a good method to keep your thoughts and fears in a semblance of order and thus make them easier to manage. He had surprisingly been right despite your initial skepticism. It would be good to make progress tonight to have some updates on your situation tomorrow.
But something to eat first. You remembered the apples you had bought, but as you rounded into the kitchen the first thing your eyes met was the little micen still trapped inside the glass. He had fallen asleep and was now slumped against the side in a comically uncomfortable position. A smile creased your lips, it was time for some fun.
You grabbed yourself one of the apples and took a slow loud bite while leaning close to the glass. The sound roused the boy from his disheveled sleep and he sat bolt upright against the other side of the glass in terror. You smiled at him, chewing slowly and letting a little apple juice drip from your lips down your chin. It wasn't as though you enjoyed scaring kids, but micen were micen, they were little more than pests in the long run. Sparing the kid wasn't some grand moral gesture, it was just delaying the inevitable. He was unlucky, and for a micen that was just a fact of life.
You took another bite and again made a show of intimidating the boy. But when he squeezed his eyes shut and blocked his ears, you pulled away and smiled, letting him cower while you finished your sweet fruit. When you were mostly done, you tore off a piece and dropped it into the glass where it landed on his head before dropping into his lap.
He jumped before slowly opening his eyes in confusion. He looked at the apple,then up at you in confusion. He calmed down slightly before asking. 'W-what's going on?'
'Well..' You leaned back in slowly. 'I'm going to eat you. But I'll let you enjoy that sweet little piece of apple first.'
'Wait what? Why?' His eyes teared up and he clutched the piece of apple tight. to his chest. 'I just wanted something to eat! You guys were done with it, I didn't mean to break anything!'
'Shhh...' You picked up the glass, tipping him into your other hand before kneading his back with two of your fingers. 'Try not tot be scared. I know it's hard but things can always be worse.'
He started shivering in your hand. 'How can it get... any worse than this?' He broke down and started sobbing, trying not to let your fingers touch him. You smiled, this kid was just adorable. You lifted him close to your chest before resting him just above your left breast. You could feel your own heartbeat on your hand and doubtless he felt it too. It seemed to have the desired effect, he calmed down and even started nibbling at the apple piece.
'One more minute.' You said. The shivering started up again, so you lifted the mouse to your lips and gave a small kiss. He curled into a ball and tried to ignore the whole ideal, only moving to take bites of his apple and probably pretend fervently that he was somewhere else.
'Can't you just let me go...?' He squeaked when his minute was nearly up.'
'Of course I could.' You replied, lifting him up. Before he could wonder any further, you opened your maw and flicked him inside. There was a brief whimper before he was silenced by your tongue pinning him to the roof of your mouth. You swished him around a bit, noticing that micen and apple juice was not an unpleasant combo at all really, before slurping the small body back and swallowing him whole.
You stretched out, peering over your shoulder and glancing another micen on the counter a few inches from one of the holes they used. He was grey and was wearing what looked like a simple sash, but you didn't see much more as he retreated back into the wall almost immediately. Pity, an apple and a half sized micen was not very filling a supper. Oh well, you'd just have to make up for it come breakfast time. For now, it was time to write for a few hours until sleep beckoned.
You felt an amusing little squirm as you stood. Little guy was picking a bad time to fight back. You yawned and stretched, giving a firm pat yo your belly that elicited a less than dignified burp. The motion stopped and you made your way to the living room to sit down and begin typing. This was the hard part. The part where you were forced to remember...
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