“No. Mum’s too attached and look at him. He’s been terrorised. I can’t let him go back.” Victor’s footsteps moved away.
The one terrorising me right now is you! At least with Ishmael, I knew he’d do whatever the punishment was and it’d be over and then there’d be some normal kind of time.His mind flicked back to the time he’d spent on the cushion in Ishmael’s office.Okay, maybe not vanilla, but still reasonable. Kinda. If you took away the whole part of me being with him because I didn’t want to choose death part. Still, a billion times better than this.
“Jeeze, I don’t like that guy,” Smitty said, returning. “He’s an arrogant arsehole.”
“Well, he’ll be gone in the morning,” Jonesy replied.
“Thank fuck. What are you doing, anyway?”
“Boss said to put on a movie for his mum. I’m trying to find something he won’t get pissed about.”
“How about that one there?”
“Twilight? Vampires, innit?”
Smitty scoffed. “Yeah. Fecking sparkly ones for teenaged girls.”
“Oh. That might be okay.”
“We don’t have to watch it with her, do we?”
“Nah, she’s got Muffin. If I were him, I’d take a nap. Unless he wants to come with us to the kitchen for some lunch.”
Ugh, no. Canned cat food and dry kibble once was horrific enough, thanks. I’m not hungry enough yet to force myself to eat more.
Kris rolled over away to face away from the direction the sound of their voices came from. He curled himself up into a ball.
“Guess he’s not hungry.”
“Can you blame him? Boss is feeding him actual cat food.”
“I did think that was a bit weird,” Smitty said in a lowered voice.
“Don’t let him hear you say that,” Jonesy hissed. “Now come on. We can grab a coffee and find out what the plan is now. Looks like he’s changing a few things because he don’t want them finding out he’s got Muffin.”
He heard them move across the room away from him, towards the direction he knew the doorway was.
“It’s an expensive brand, though,” he heard Smitty muse.
“What is? The coffee? I thought it was just Sainsbury’s own.” Jonesy sounded perplexed.
“No, the cat food. It’s Applaws. That’s not cheap.”
“Will you shut up about the cat food, already?”
Yes, please. Just thinking about is making me feel queasy.
