#ffw2017

Karaan waked up when a small black mass jumped on his lap. He blinked at the small cat and pet it gently, trying to make sure not to wake up the Twin sleeping in the bed near them.  He raised the chin of the feline, named Noireau, to examine the old injury he suffered before J’maaira found it.

Like its master, the small kitten was missing his left eye, always making Karaan wondering if his wife thought about it when she gave him the animal two years ago, at the difference of Lump who the Twin can almost ride or pushed aside, the nervous little black cat passed most of his time trying to dodge the evil children prank, leaving his hideout only if its master was alone or near.

“You are nervous around stranger and people, Noireau.” Said Karaan while petting the fragile animal, resting on his lap. “You are a real night owl, like me, enjoying the peace of the night to think and make sure thing doesn’t break around this place. “He gently caressed behind the ear of the kitten, making him purr happily for a moment. “We are both broken vase, glue to survive another duty.”

He shook his head, expelling long sigh, while the brown eye of the small Noireau raised to glare at its master, almost judging its words. “Don’t look at me like that, Noireau…” He whispered softly, turning his eye toward the beds of the twin, two small bed, lodged in the corner of the room, while the two children sleep quietly. “Broken and twisted, but still able to keep myself on my two feet, until my last breath.” The ears of the small black cat raised while Karaan was speaking.

A few seconds later, a bigger and louder sound can be hear coming from the small kitchen of the apartment. Karaan frowned and stood up, hoping that it wasn’t any strangers or trouble coming from his past or J’maaira’s job, he wasn’t in the mood. The cat in his arms, the Chronicler slowly travelled toward the kitchen, letting the small light of the moon light the room.

White leaned back, glancing around him at the table they had just prepared for them. He chuckled and poked one of the meal for the night, with interest. His gaze stopped on his fellow companion for the night, loosing his grin seeing how the young man didn’t look interested in the food around them. “You aren’t picky, Red…I hope.” He expressed with a tint of authority in his voice. “I have chosen your favorite meal, eats, enjoys before it becomes cold and soiled.” He returned his attention on his next meal for the night.

Red frowned and studied the buffet for the evening, seeing a lot of interesting meal to devour, but the appetite wasn’t there, strangely.” Sorry White, I don’t feel like enjoying much tonight, something is stuck on my mind.” He glanced toward his partner-in-crime and raised his crimson irises toward the ceiling of the establishment, hearing a few more patrons enjoying their time and meal. “White… Can I ask you a question?” inquired the young Midlander, knowing too well that his elder will expel a long sigh.

White pushed aside his meal and frowned. “If I answer your inquiry, will you let me enjoy our meal in peace and at least taste the new menu.” Red nodded, glancing toward the new dishes that came when they were talking. “Did you ever fall in love, White?” Red knew that this would make the Miqo’te male laughed, but seeing spat a trail of wine on its meal, couldn’t stop the young man to chuckle too.

“Did André smack you too many time on the head, Red?” started the older man, glaring at the young boy. “Love…” He snarled at the word, almost spitting on the floor of the establishment. “Love is an alien word for us, we don’t delve in the stupidity of love and care, we breed and force the strongest to rule the weakest...” He pointed at the Midlander. “You should follow this same rule, love is a poison for anyone.” His feature turned into a grimace, while the thought travelled his mind. “You should know it, how many deadbeats I made you beat just because their loves one made a mistake they have to pay for.”

He narrowed his vivid gaze on the young man, again, leaning a bit more toward him. “But, just for the pleasure of laughing at you, who do you fancy in this lovely menu?” His hand circled in front of himself, pointing at the few women who were standing, in lingerie, waiting to be chosen by them for the meal.  Red couldn’t deny that a few of the girls here were pretty, but his mind was chosen by another. The word escaped his lips before he could think. “Crysann…” 

The pugilist couldn’t finish his sentence that a high-pitched yelp came from the poor miqo’te woman who White just dropped on the floor, when he stood up. “Remove that stupidity from your mind or I am going to smack so hard that the wench who was your mother will not be able to recognize you!” The angry miqo’te male sat back after short moment, pulling the young woman back on his laps, fondling her again. “You are a slave, Red, like me, like those wenches, like most of the people working for André…Don’t push your limit…”

He leaned back and pulled on his white hair. “I like you, kid, but if you continue on this path, I will have to make sure that you understand the consequence of your choice.” He shook his head. “Tool and Citizen don’t mix, we serve them, we are their weapons, we kill, serve, do their biding, when they enjoy their lives has person, we stay in their shadows, making sure their little world don’t crumble into dust, A world of peace,  something both of us can’t enjoy.” He looked back at the man, snapped his finger, an young redhead woman started walking toward the pugilist.” Now...eat and enjoy the flesh, I’ll make you forget about that stupidity, believe me, it would be better for you and her that this never leave this room.”