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Nereen sighed and opened her mouth, putting the fork and the eager twitching young micen inside. Dienza laughed at her expression and even Spiika was trying to stifle an amused grin, holding her hand over her lips to not lose a mouthful of food. Nereen visibly blushed, her pursed lips curling into a small frown as she glared at the other two and rolled her eyes. 'Did you miss the taste?' Dienza teased. 'Come on, this will be your first micen in... how long? How old am I? It was around that time wasn't it or just before when you stopped eating them?' Nereen squinted her face, before opening her mouth and hanging her tongue out. The micen tried to cling to the slippery muscle to keep himself inside but her hand reached up and plucked him loose. He had a frown and pouted to her as she put him down on the table. 'Now settle down. Let me finish my dinner and we can... play later.' The micen looked upset but he sat and behaved for the time being. 'Interesting conundrum.' Dienza remarked as he finished a mouthful. 'Normally you'd punish a micen by eating them, but this little guy actually wants it. How do you punish someone who wants the very thing you'd punish them with?' 'Why in the world would any micen want that?' Nereen wondered out loud. Their curiosity lasted throughout the meal, and once they had finished eating, Dienza cleared the table while Nereen and Spiika adjourned to the living room. He quietly crept to the pantry, following his mother's tradition of leaving scraps on the top shelf at her request but also sneaking a look under the bottom shelf. The micen colony had been abandoned since they'd been found. He joined Spiika and his mother in the living room, Spiika was at her drum set lightly taping out a soft rhythm. Nereen had sat herself on the floor and was holding the television remote. As she pointed it towards the TV the micen youth had perched on her wrist, curiosity getting the better of him as he reached for one of the buttons. Nereen watched as he jumped at the sudden change in sound. He'd switched the channel to some old looking war documentary right in the middle of an explosion and footage of a terrifying aircraft that seemed to take up the whole sky. 'Change it.' Dienza growled. The micen seemed happy to press another button in the hope that it would lower the sound. This time it turned on to some adult cartoon about a moronic father and his misfit family. Dienza had loved this show a few years back, but it had only lasted a single season and he'd found that it had little re-watch value. Even so, he settled down beside his mother and watched the intrigued young micen staring at the box with a bemused grin. Nereen held the hand up near her chest and smiled softly as the boy settled down between her fingers. 'Did you find out what his name is?' Spiika asked. She set her sticks down and made her way over to the couch, kneeling on the floor beside Nereen and leaning down towards the micen. 'Nate!' The micen replied loudly, staring back at Spiika with his own eyes wide and excited. 'Oh wow.' Nereen laughed. 'I was beginning to think you couldn't talk. Where is your family?' Nate simply shrugged and kept staring at Spiika until his attention was drawn back to the TV. His tail flicked about happily as the father character of the program attempted to catch a micen only to slip on a roller skate and fall down the stairs in comical fashion. 'If there was any hint that he'd turn out willing, they'd abandon him.' Nereen explained, almost sounding sad. 'They won't waste time and precious food trying to raise someone who's willing to be food for a leona.' 'I haven't seen Ma and Pa in... weeks I think?' Nate said suddenly. 'I was playing with a rattis and they never tried to find me.' 'Oh.' Dienza rolled his eyes. 'We have rattis too huh? I guess they'll help with the micen.' 'Nope!' Nate grinned up at Dienza. 'The rattis was outside. He doesn't come in here.' 'And where do you come from?' Nereen asked. 'A big place like this one.' The micen responded. 'Outside but there's no people like you there.' 'Oh, the empty house next door.' Dienza raised an eyebrow in realization. 'Figures there'd be a micen colony or two in an empty house. They must be dealing with rattis instead of leonas, and this little guy got himself carried away and ended up in here instead.' Spiika crawled up onto the couch and laid herself down behind Dienza and Nereen, leaning her face onto his shoulder from behind. He responded by nuzzling back and the two of them began purring softly. The sound caught Nate's attention and he lost interest in the TV entirely. Nereen watched the micen as he attempted to mimic the sound without success. 'Ma, how much would our rent go up if another tenant moved in?' Dienza asked suddenly. 'It'd be an extra fifty each week.' Nereen responded. 'Why, are you two...?' 'Well if...' He turned to Spiika. 'If you wanted? It might help you out?' 'I... I would love to.' Spiika responded, wrapping an arm over his chest and kissing his cheek. 'I'd cover the extra rent if you wanted, it wouldn't be any trouble.' 'What about your father?' Nereen asked suddenly. 'You're not gonna leave him on his own in trouble are you?' Spiika's expression grew dark before she replied softly. 'Dad deserves whatever happens to him. I wouldn't worry.' Nereen didn't look convinced but said nothing further. Another hour passed in relative silence before the woman stood and headed into the kitchen. After a few more minutes she returned briefly to announce that she was heading to bed before disappearing up the hallway. Dienza shifted restlessly and climbed up onto the couch, drooping himself lazily on top of Spiika and causing them both to giggle like children. The pair remained locked in a tight embrace for close to another hour before Dienza heard the faint sound of his phone chiming from his bedroom. He slowly and carefully rose from on top of Spiika and made his way quietly towards his room. The dim flashing of his phone lit up his room enough for him to make his way and unlock the screen. It was a text message from Aryan. That was surprising. Even though they'd been friends through school and kept each other's phone numbers, they rarely actually spoke anymore. Dienza had not respected the mutt's habit of recreational drug use, and had almost throttled him when he chose the path of a dealer. Aryan was strong willed enough to resist addiction, but not everyone had that benefit. With a grimace, not sure what to expect, he swiped his finger across the screen and opened the message. Dude... I'm sorry about earlier. But we need to talk. Come see me tomorrow, I'll meet you at the music shop around Eleven, okay? Dienza sighed and replied with a simple okay message. He already knew it wouldn't be a pleasant conversation. He set his phone down and headed back out to the living room. Spiika was still asleep but had begun to shiver with the decrease in warmth. Seeing that made Dienza realize how cold it had gotten and he paused. He shrugged a moment later and went back into his room long to pull the blankets from his bed before carrying them back out to the living room. He draped them over Spiika and stepped into the kitchen to get himself a drink. A pair of micen were on the countertop dragging a piece of carrot each towards a hole in the wall. They froze in a panic when they saw him but the leona was not in the mood to chase down mice nor hungry enough for the effort after the wonderful meal his mother had cooked them. He spared them barely a glance before filling a glass from the sink and draining it in one long swig. Dienza sighed slowly before heading back into the living room and setting himself down beside the couch and laying his head near the end, close to Spiika's own. She had settled back down and was sleeping peacefully. He found himself smiling as he slipped his hand under the cover and held onto hers, feeling her grip tighten around his fingers as he drifted into sleep.

Nereen woke suddenly with the odd feeling she was being watched. She tried to shake it off but it wouldn't fade. After an uncomfortable minute she stirred, opening her eyes a little before opening them all the way in shock. Nate had somehow gotten out of the jar she left him in and was sitting on her pillow a few inches from her face. 'Hnn?!' She exclaimed and lifted her head a little 'How did you get there?' 'I tipped the jar over.' He replied with a proud smile. 'Then I climbed up the bed.' Nereen looked over to the floor beside her bedside cabinet. The jar was there, but the carpet had stopped the glass from shattering and muffled the sound as well. 'Didn't I already tell you that was dangerous?' Nereen scowled. 'What if the jar landed upside down and you were stuck, your air would run out!' 'But I wanted to sleep in the bed with you.' Nate responded, shrinking down a little and looking up at her with large puppy eyes. 'And... what if I roll over in my sleep? You'd be squished.' Nereen smirked. Nate answered this by crawling over to her and nuzzling into her cheek. Despite her irritation, she couldn't deny he was an endearing little fellow and found herself inadvertently purring at his affection. 'How do you do that?' He asked, pressing himself to her neck where the sound seemed to originate. The subtle vibrations seemed to put him in a light headed trance until she became aware of the sensation and stopped. 'Oh... I don't know.' She said softly, shifting back a little and making the micen roll forward. He jumped back up and began to nuzzle again into her cheek. Her sleep addled mind reacted almost by instinct and she pressed her lips to his body before her tongue lapped out and licked up his chest and face. 'Wee!' He giggled. 'You said we could play later! Remember?' 'Oh right...' She sighed. All she wanted to do was sleep and yet here she was being hounded by an energetic juvenile micen who wanted to play games no micen should enjoy. 'Can't you just sleep? I'm too tired...' Her head drooped back to the pillow and her eyes closed. She hoped the boy would take a hint but moments later she felt his tiny form pressing into her lips. 'But I'm not sleepy!' He protested. Before she could react he'd climbed up her cheek and pulled open her eyelid. 'Ow! Get off!' She growled and shook her head. He landed back on the pillow with a soft thud. She glared down at him and sighed in exasperation. She always tried to be nice. She didn't eat micen anymore. But at the same time she had never intended to force that kind of choice on her son. Any other leona wouldn't have kept a micen this long, except a kid keeping one as a pet. But this lad was little more than a nuisance. I-I'm sorry!' He squeaked. 'I didn't mean to hurt you.' He looked genuinely upset now and stayed in place. Nereen sighed again and lifted herself up onto her elbow. She thought for a few moments before reaching for him and lifting him over to the pillow on the opposite side of the bed. 'You can sleep there.' She said. 'Do not wake me up again, ever. Or there won't be any play time at all. Understand?' He nodded fervently with wide eyes and curled up in the middle of the pillow. His eyes closed and he slowly stopped shivering and became still. Nereen let her head drop back to her own pillow and smiled, falling back to sleep moments later.