Chapter 8: Cleaning Slapvice
Casca stood up straight and gave a slow, dramatic clap—like a villain who’d just nailed the first step of her crazy master plan.
"Perfect! From this moment on, you’re officially renting a room in my house."
"Yeah, yeah..." Arthur trudged over to an old chair in the corner. "Just one night, right? Only one night."
Casca just smiled mysteriously without saying a word. That was enough to make Arthur feel like he’d just sold his soul to some smooth-skinned demon.
Bounciechomie hopped off Arthur’s hand and landed on the dusty table, glaring at Casca with narrowed eyes. "Bloop..." he muttered suspiciously.
Casca returned his stare with a sweet but clearly fake smile. "You can stay here too, little guy. Just... don’t sleep in the toilet hole."
BLOOOP.... >_< Bounciechomie squeaked.
Arthur let out another long sigh—one of many today.
"I just wanted a peaceful life..." he mumbled, staring up at the ceiling covered in cobwebs.
Bloop... Bounciechomie leapt back toward Arthur, and Arthur caught it.
Casca then led Arthur to the second floor, where there were two rooms. She pointed to one of the doors. "That’s your room. Don’t even think about going into mine, or I’ll spread rumors that you like sniffing used underwear."
Arthur stared flatly. "Yeah... whatever," he said.