Chapter 50: Moving Up
The idea of Camille moving in sounded absurd at first. But as I sat there, Sienna still unconscious against me and Camille watching me with that trademark smirk, I realized there really wasn't a downside.
More time together. More efficient planning. More safety. And...if I was being honest, I liked the idea. I'd grown closer to both of them in ways I hadn't expected. The apartment already felt like home with just Sienna. With Camille joining, it'd just be...more complete.
"Sure," I said after a long pause. "Let's do it."
Camille's grin widened. "You said it, not me."
Before I could process what was happening, both girls were in full packing mode. Sienna recovered quickly from her fainting spell and dove straight into gathering her things while Camille rattled off plans. I tried to help, but apparently my role was to "not get in the way."
Packing didn't take long. Society had optimized this kind of thing to a science. Apartments were designed to be moved in and out of with minimal effort — collapsible shelving, modular furniture, and digitally linked inventory lists. Most of Sienna's belongings fit into sleek, self-sealing containers that locked into the back of her car like puzzle pieces. My things, though more than when I'd first moved into the B-Rank apartment, still fit into a single container.
Efficiency at its finest.
"Alright," Camille said, wiping imaginary dust from her hands as she stepped back. "Let's get going."
Outside, Sienna's car finally screeched into view. It was a sleek, simple thing — nothing flashy, but well-maintained. Midnight blue with matte black trim, clean lines, and a quiet hum as it idled. It wasn't the fastest model on the market, but it didn't need to be. Reliable. Practical. Just like her.
I climbed into the backseat, Camille beside me while Sienna adjusted the mirror. As the car smoothly accelerated onto the main road, my head dipped forward and I groaned.
"Rey, are you motion sick?" Sienna asked, voice soft with concern.