If Rand's doorbell hadn't rang by then, Munster might have been punished far more severely than a rolled-up newspaper slap on the head.
Rand was straining his voice, growling at it.
"…Damn, you shouldn't be doing this!"
He thinks this close encounter with Munster this morning is going to be the subject of his nightmares for the next ten years, and there's nothing better than a damn monster sticking its tongue in your mouth and licking it around Terrible.
To make matters worse, the person who made everything so bad, the monster, was so puzzled that he stared at Rand with the meat sausage in his mouth.
It swallowed the sausage that Rand had chewed himself in front of Rand, then repeated, "Food, mine."
Rand had to go back to the sink again for this act... retches and brushes his teeth.
It took him a moment, very laboriously, to understand Munster's way of thinking. It mistakenly took the food in Rand's mouth for its own... After all, it was Rand who told it "it's your food".
The "kiss" with Rand was just an accident, and it seemed unable to understand the psychological damage that Rand suffered because of it.
It slid sadly off the stool as Rand snarled, shoulders shrugged and a series of muffled "chirps" came out.
In the tense and stalemate between the two, someone unexpected in Rand rang his doorbell.
Rand frowned in surprise, he thought it would be Rogers, but when he opened a crack in the door and looked out, what he saw was a strange young man.
"Hi, hello, Mr. Sivers, I'm from Miss Caroline..."
"Sorry! Please wait a moment!"
Rand's voice was shrill with tension.
He slammed the door in front of him.
Oh god, he knew it was utterly impolite, but he had no choice because behind the door Munster was curiously trying to stick his head out.
Rand doesn't feel that his current appearance is suitable for outsiders (Rogers is already an accident of accident).
The words of the young man he heard before closing the door made him even more flustered than before.
Someone from Caroline? God, who the hell is that? Rand has not been in direct contact with her for a while. Vinson's illness does not seem optimistic, and he can't even accept anyone's visit. When Rand offered to visit Vinson several times, Caroline gave her His reply was this. Rand had no idea why a stranger in the name of Caroline would appear outside Rand Gate without warning.
His heart almost seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand at that moment.
Please don't be the Munster thing exposed. Rand prayed very sincerely to God for this.
Of course, while praying, he did not stop his actions in reality. He lunged for the kitchen, one hand on Munster's back and the other on the back of his stout tail (which is theoretically behind his knees if Munster is human). Department), then he picked up the heavy monster and staggered around the living room in a circle.
"Rand Chirp?"
Munster seemed very happy about Rand's actions, he had never been hugged by Rand like this before, but he had seen it in a Disney cartoon, only an intimate partner would do it - his tail because Excited and slapped Rand's thighs, his icy hands were tightly wrapped around Rand's neck, and then he pressed his unattractive face to the crook of Rand's neck, emitting a joyful expression. Whisper. Of course, it didn't expect Rand to be nearly breathless because of it.
"Shh—be quiet."
Rand turned his head in panic to avoid Munster's face, and he took Munster for a dizzy turn in the living room, and then realized that the out-of-the-ordinary aquarium was definitely not a placement Mance. Very nice place.
He has to hide Munster, Rand thought.
He had to rush to his bedroom with Munster in his arms.
At first, he had thought about stuffing Munster on his bed and covering it with a quilt, but Rand felt uneasy about this too crude way of hiding.
As for the bathroom... nothing is more noticeable than the strange sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Rand ended up having to stuff the happy Munster into his closet, the only place in the apartment that seemed to be able to hide a monster. Rand had to admit that at this moment he regretted for a second that he had chosen an overly simple bachelor apartment as a place to stay.
"Rand Haw..."
Munster poked his head out of Rand's expensive shirts and made a puzzled sound. Rand had a splitting headache, and he covered Munster's mouth forcefully while lowering his voice and instructing him in panic.
"No, no, Munster, listen, you stay here, and keep quiet, keep quiet, you understand?"
Munster's four red eyes rolled, and it nodded slightly under Rand's palm.
Rand breathed a sigh of relief, he let go of Munster, and then tried to close the door of the closet, but in such a tense moment of almost heart attack, it stretched out its hand and wrapped around Rand like an octopus. on the waist.
After realizing that Rand wanted it to be alone, separated from him, a low, continuous purr… it sounded like some worm-like groans squeezed out of its throat.
Damn coquettish - Rand heard the confused call of the young man from the direction of the living room, and he almost wanted to curse the world.
"Excuse me, Mr. Rand Sivers?"
"Sorry—just a second, please!"
Rand shouted in that direction, a little cold sweat on his forehead.
"Moon S.T., hey, let it go, don't be like this..."
Rand hurriedly ripped the little monster's hands off his body and shoved its long tail into the closet.
In order to appease Munster, he had to stroke the extremely disgusting tentacles on its head several times (Munster loves this even more than belly scratching - of course, whether it is tentacles or belly scratching, it is for Rand. behaviors that require a lot of psychological construction).
"Listen, Munster, all you need to do is keep quiet and stay here, don't make a sound, just don't make a sound, and be a good boy."
He lowered his voice and whispered in Munster's ear.
This panic-stricken scene made him inexplicably think of those cheating men and women who met their lovers privately at home and were caught on the spot...
Oh no, what the hell am I thinking...
Rand closed the closet door with a livid face, then ran to the living room in embarrassment and opened the door.
The face of the young man waiting at the door was not good-looking. When Rand opened the door, he was impatiently shifting his focus on his left and right feet, with his hands around his chest and his fingers tapping on his arms.
"I'm very sorry… "
He heard the man's slightly flustered voice, he habitually said "Oh, it's okay", and then raised his head to meet Rand's eyes.
To be honest, he didn't have time to see the "mysterious" Sievers member because he was nervous at first.
However, when he really saw Rand clearly, he was still slightly stunned because the other party was completely different from the rumors.
Rand Sivers looked younger than his age. he thinks. He had thought he would have some resemblance to the deep white master Vincent Sivers, but the reality was far from that. His face was a little pale, and his black curly hair was obviously not taken care of after he got up. A few strands of hair were messing up on the top of his head, and at the same time his clothes were messy, with traces of being pulled. It has to be said that all these elements give Rand Sivers a wonderful youthful aura, like an unworldly scholar or writer.
"Hello, my name is Bennett Rails, you can call me Ben... I'm an assistant dispatched by Ms. Caroline to help you adjust to work at Nationwide Information, nice to meet you ."
Ben reached out to Rand.
The latter gave him a sleepwalking look, and after a while he slowly shook hands with him before speaking in horror.
"America News?"
"Ah, yes. It's a fast-paced newspaper," Bennett Rails said with a professional smile, "and I'll be your working assistant."
…
A few minutes later, Rand sat on the sofa with the young man who identified himself as Ben.
He didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief, or to be more nervous - on the bright side, Bennett was not some researcher sent by Deep White, proving that no one knew about Munster's existence, but from another On the one hand, Rand finally realized that terrible thing. He will go to a well-known nationally ranked newspaper as deputy editor-in-chief as a rookie, an idiot who knows nothing.
Things couldn't look any worse.
Bennett must have sensed him and the position, Rand thought, but he just stared at him with that kind of gentle smile that didn't look uncomfortable.
a professional person.
Rand realizes this better than anyone else.
Bennett is a likable young man, no one can deny that he looks younger than Rand, very handsome, but not frivolous.
He has a broad chest, well-developed biceps, and would have been part of a football team in college, with brown hair, plain gray-blue eyes, some subtle freckles on his cheeks, and a streak on the bridge of his nose. The shallow scars, this kind of ordinary facial features, dilute the sense of threat that the overly upright face brings to ordinary men.
He could have been more handsome, but given the nature of his job, he deliberately made himself ordinary.