Something Creative (One-on-One)

“And now you’re in my house. Stop trying to prove your innocence.”

 

She smirked, but shook her head, pulling one of the rabbits closer to her.

“Sure.”

 

“I don’t exactly know,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll call someone in the morning.”

 

“I’m an assassin, Mr. Cael. I can’t call the police. No, I’ll probably call an employer.”

 

“Don’t fret, Gabe. Can I call you Gabe? No, they won’t kill you. It’s like when you trap a raccoon; they’d just dump you in another place to cause trouble.”

 

“I did, yes. Sneaks into people’s houses, roots through garbage? Am I talking about a raccoon or Gabe?”

 

“It’s only sprite containers.”

 

“Speak for yourself, Raccoon,” she said playfully. She turned off the TV and stood up, tossing a pillow and a blanket at him.

“Try and sleep, if you can.”

 

She put away the rabbits before giving him a small qave, a smirk crossing her lips.

“Ta.”

 

She rolled her eyes before heading into a bedroom, closing the door.