Apparently, during Rand's absence, his dear little monster used his bedroom as "Monster Disneyland."
There was a strong sea smell in the room, mixed with another strange scent... Rand smelled that smell the moment he opened the door, it smelled the same as the previous one that annoyed Rand very much. Mucus tastes somewhat similar—an animal smell that cannot be clearly defined by "smell" or "scent."
After turning on the light, the first thing Rand saw was his carpet, which had been completely destroyed - the part near the wall had been completely planed out and scratched into strands that seemed to be off threads, exposing the bottom. floor. In the corner of the room, the carpet scraps that were hooked into strips were mixed with a strange white substance, which was pasted layer by layer into a bowl-shaped nest with a diameter of about one meter.
The surface of the lair is dotted with colored fragments, and it seems that the little monster has made so-called decorations with torn magazine fragments very carefully.
Rand stared dumbfounded at the bedroom that could already be described as "tragedy". The sadness and sadness about Vincent finally flew out of his mind at this moment - replaced by shock.
"God, what have you done?"
He murmured to Munster, who was now happily coiling at the bottom of the "bowl", and put his head on his paws and chirped happily at Rand.
Rand had to take deep breaths desperately to maintain what little composure he had.
The little monster, however, was greatly disappointed by Rand's efforts, and it seemed to him that the lair was almost his masterpiece—so strong, so wide, it was purposely oversized so that the two-footed Beasts can also stay inside comfortably...
It didn't understand at all why he just stood there and didn't enjoy this beautiful lair as it had been for thousands of years.
Rand exuded a tense air—the last time he exuded it, he attacked it with a rolled-up paper tube. It can now sense that Rand's adrenaline levels are rising, his heart is beating very fast, his gastrocnemius and biceps are tensing, and his surface temperature is starting to rise...
The tentacles on top of Munster's head stiffened, and it slowly retracted its claws, raised its upper body, and stared at Rand nervously.
If necessary, he can slip away with agility before each other's magazine hits his head, but honestly he doesn't like to do so, and he should always be a bit more aggressive in front of his partner. So Munster decided to show Rand what he had prepared before—some "gifts" hidden behind the lair and wrapped up in its secretions.
If Rand is still a little sane when faced with a room that has been completely turned into a movie scene (such as the alien lair in Alien), then, after seeing Munster put the When the things wrapped in translucent mucus were pushed in front of him, he could almost hear the sound of the nerve in his brain called "sanity" being cut off.
That's a bird.
Rand squinted for a long time to identify what it was, about three birds, and a bat.
Even from the point of view of the corpse, they looked extraordinarily abnormal, floppy, not so much dead flesh, but some sort of mixture between solid and liquid. If it weren't for the inexplicable exudate that wraps them around, they might have melted directly onto the remains of Rand's carpet.
They forced Rand to take an involuntary step back.
Munster stretched out his claws to please, and pushed those things in Rand's direction.
"Haw...haw..."
It made an urgent sound, perhaps urging something but Rand couldn't quite understand.
Munster was stunned for a moment. It tilted its head and stared at Rand in confusion, looking almost incredulous...
Rand was slightly in a trance, that kind of gaze was too human.
How much is one plus one
Oh, I do not know.
If someone answers a question in this way, he will receive the same look from others.
After confronting for a while, Munster suddenly lowered his head. Rand's breathing stopped slightly as he saw a long, soft blue tentacle sticking out of its mouth - it took Rand a long time to figure out that it was actually a tongue.
A part of the tongue to be precise.
Munster has a long and bifurcated tongue that is very similar to amphibians... an ordinary tongue. Rand has seen it sticking out its tongue, but he never imagined that there would be a tongue under that seemingly ordinary tongue. The other part is curled up.
Its dark blue surface is covered with tiny white warts.
For Rand to describe it... "disgusting" would be the best word.
And now, Munster is trying to insert this disgusting thing into the more disgusting and suspicious corpse inclusions.
Rand knew it was weird, but he just couldn't help feeling—like when vacationers put their habit into fruit jelly, Munster seemed to be trying to suck the sickening corpse.
"No no no—"
Rand screamed, he couldn't control his impulse, he pulled the pillow on the bed and patted it.
The pillow hit Munster exactly, and it stood there for a few seconds (the wart-covered tongue retracted), and then it looked at Rand and let out a series of disbelief.
Rand threw the remaining pillow on the bed.
This time it swiftly followed the foot of the wall into the shadow under the bed. And Rand didn't even have the energy to get it out from under the bed.
All his attention was on the already blurred "corpse pulp inclusions". He used up almost all the paper rolls in his house—wrapped it up and threw it in the trash bag. Then he spent hours breaking up the bowl-shaped nest, stuffing the pieces in cardboard boxes, sealing them up, and throwing them out. He felt nauseated uncontrollably in the process, and he ended up trying to get rid of some of the slime that was left by laboriously brushing the carpet. This process continued until dawn.
"Haw haw?"
Munster stuck his head out of the gap at the bottom of the bed, watching Rand's bluish face cleaning up, making a faint cry of begging for mercy, and his tentacles quivering quickly because of his tense emotions.
Rand turned his head and shouted at him, "Go away, I don't want to see you now!"
He was very worried that he would not be able to control his emotions in the current mood, and then hurt this damn little thing.
Munster let out a series of murmurs in frustration, and if one didn't know what it was doing, one might have thought it looked unusually innocent and pitiful.
I don't know why, Rand looked at Munster like this... and suddenly shuddered.
It can even catch birds and bats.
Rand heard himself muttering to himself.
Is it really as harmless as you think it is
It was as if a voice spoke to him in the back of his mind.
For this answer, Rand found that he had no way to give a clear answer at all...
After a nightmarish night, Rand had to call the condo administrator the next day.
First, he needs a new door.
Second, he needs a new rug.
Around mid-afternoon, a van parked beneath Rand's apartment.
Taking into account the hole that appeared under the door before, Rand re-designated a door, a wrought iron door, although that kind of iron door with a strong Gothic style was so out of place in his apartment, but Rand swears I won't let a little monster sneak into my bedroom anymore.
The two workers delivered the door exactly as he requested.
It was two large men, one of them was wearing a tight white vest and frayed jeans, with hazel muscles under the taut vest, and his companion was a little thinner, that was A very handsome young man, perhaps with some Latin American blood, and a hazel khaki jacket over him made him look very young.
Rand admitted that he couldn't help but take a moment to realize that they were workers and not members of a particular industry after opening the door.
They burst out laughing when they saw the old door that had been gouged through.
"Oh my god, this is a tragedy... a dog, right?"
They said to Rand with a strange certainty.
"We also had a dog that ate the door frame in the kitchen, and we understand that, really."
"Khaki jacket" said to Rand, who was very laughing and approachable, and Rand gave him an embarrassed smile.
In fact, when he called someone to deal with the mess in the room, Rand also had troubles. He really didn't know how to explain all this, but he didn't expect that someone would explain it to him.
On the other hand, explaining to any normal person that he has a bizarre little animal would be quite a hassle.
So, after a brief hesitation, Rand nodded vaguely.
"Ah... yes, a very naughty little bastard."
he said softly.
Because of this, when the two workers saw his miserable bedroom, they didn't give any surprises beyond the norm.
"In our house, we wouldn't let Cook in the bedroom..."
But Rand still got the "white vest" advice.
And "khaki jacket" rolled his eyes aside.
"Speaking as if the guy sleeping between us every night wasn't Cook."
He muttered very quietly, and Rand could hear it clearly.
He felt weirdly embarrassed.
Oh yes, there is an almost undisguised intimacy between the two. Even someone as obtuse as Rand could detect that their relationship was unusual, and when the two were together, even the air around them seemed to be tinged with something rosy.
Rand had absolutely no prejudice against the relationship between two men, but he was still very uncomfortable with this overwhelming sense of intimacy.
"White Vest" used an electric drill to show his tensed arm muscles to "Khaki Jacket" all the time, and this scene really doubled Rand's discomfort. He had to try his best to keep the surface calm, and then use the excuse to throw garbage to escape The house that smelled sweet like honey (though it was his own).
He just needs some fresh air, he thought.
From a "white vest" and "khaki jacket" standpoint, Rand's departure was indeed a big help. Like all males in the animal kingdom, their flesh is full of excess desire, especially since they've just had a night when they've been disturbed by a dog and something isn't being fulfilled...
Of course, they didn't do something too much as demonstrated in some special films, they were at work after all - but some things became more undisguised, some vague ambiguity, intentional between bodies friction…
Finally, they exchanged a long, wet kiss in the living room.
That's all, they really didn't do anything more than this kiss. According to the logic of normal people, this kiss has no effect on the world (it just makes the relationship between these two young people change hotter) - but none of them noticed that in the living room aquarium, there was a blue monster staring deadly at them...