Although Bennett deliberately made himself seem ordinary and easy to get along with, for Rand his presence represented pressure in itself.
"I'm sorry for taking the liberty to knock on the door today. However, I tried to contact you many times before, but the phone could not be connected. Considering the heavy pressure of this job, I had to knock on the door in person."
Perhaps seeing the involuntary tenseness of Rand's body, Bennett gave him a shy smile, he scratched his face and said. (Of course, this kind of small action is also carefully connected, and the weakness revealed in some small details can easily make the group of work objects who are arrogant but strong in the outside put down their vigilance)
Rand blinked, and he opened his mouth in confusion.
"Can't reach me? But I never left the apartment..."
Suddenly, a thought slipped into his mind.
Rand walked quickly to the sofa and pulled the phone cord out of the back.
As he expected, the phone line that looked all right on the outside had actually broken, and the cut was smooth, but Rand knew that Munster's teeth made the cut so smooth.
He silently plugged the phone cord back in, and found his phone behind the sofa cushions—it looked perfectly normal, too, but couldn't turn it on.
Rand put the phone in front of his nose and sniffed, smelling a strong watery smell.
That is also the smell of a certain monster's abundant saliva.
Munster hates these two things in the apartment that make all of a sudden noise, and Rand thinks he's taught it (after Munster destroys one of his alarm clocks), but apparently, the bloody bastard is putting himself The destruction has become a little more insidious.
"Did something happen?"
Bennett came over, and his voice made Rand come back to his senses in an instant.
"No, nothing, it's just the dog that broke the phone line."
Rand frantically made an excuse.
"dog?"
"Yeah, the dog, uh, a dog, it's been taken out for a walk by my neighbors now, and it's a little naughty so...hahaha..." Randy said incoherently.
Damn, probably the worst thing he's ever done is lying.
Of course, Bennett doesn't care too much about such details. On the contrary, pets have always been a good topic to get closer to people.
"Really, you have a pet, which is really nice... By the way, what's its name?"
Bennett answered politely, but Rand was a little lost, but before Rand could react, the answer had already blurted out.
"Munster."
…
However, after saying the name, Rand immediately heard voices coming from the bedroom.
"boom-"
Apparently, some little monster had mistaken the answer for some kind of call.
Rand swore he had never felt so panicked. Bennett turned his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom, and then there was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes.
"Perhaps... I didn't come at the right time?"
It's easy to think of something else, he said, when it comes to Rand's panic when he knocked on the door earlier.
Rand smirked awkwardly at him, cold sweat dripping from his back.
"No, no, I think it should be the child upstairs. The soundproofing of this apartment has not been very good." He said dryly, pressing Bennett back on the sofa.
A few minutes later, Bennett finally diverted his attention, but Rand's predicament did not improve in the slightest.
Rand felt extremely uncomfortable when Bennett took a pen and paper from his arms and began to ask him some professional questions.
Well, he had no idea about those questions.
He has never applied for a manuscript, and he doesn't know anything about reading the version. As for the review of the topic selection... What the hell is that
Rand's frustration was exacerbated by Bennett's composure, who vowed that he would rather go to a library as a janitor, even if the pay wasn't satisfactory.
"Hug, sorry, I'm still..."
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Sivers, in fact, that's exactly why I'm here, I'm here to help you..."
Bennett looked up at Rand, and he saw the blush on Rand's face—a shy man, he thought, and began to take a different interest in Rand.
If Rand Sivers wasn't his current job, he'd be to Bennett's liking almost everywhere.
Yes, despite having a look and physique that appeals to women, Bennett is sexually more male, and even in the gay community his tastes are a bit offbeat.
Compared to most of his mates who love muscular men, he likes the slimmer type, with pale skin, a thin frame and a shy personality that doesn't get along well with people... oh god, that's awesome .
Bennett feels that such people (such as his former partners) are like candy wrapped in layers and boxes, and they can only experience the sweetest taste when they swallow their thick disguise bit by bit. taste. Although it may be a bit perverted to say this, Bennett really loves this process of "opening", the pleasure of ravaging and conquering is better than the pleasure of sex - although, those once shy and young boyfriends, in After Bennett let go of his body and mind in the secure relationship he deliberately created, he would be abandoned by Bennett for the reason of being "boring".
Bennett couldn't help but trace Rand Sivers' black hair and green eyes, and his embarrassed cheeks... He had to adjust his posture a little to hide the slight gap between his legs. The hardness of the bulge, and at the same time the throat rolls, there is a burning feeling of hunger.
Even before, he had never felt attracted to anyone to such a degree. I have to say that Rand Sivers really liked him too much. In addition, the noble identity of the other party also made him look special. Alluring.
A sievers.
Bennett licked his lips, trying to suppress the desire to "explore" a Sievers (he had a hunch that it would be the best experience of his life).
"Er, Mr. Rails?" Rand felt a little embarrassed at Bennett's gaze. "I think... do you need a cup of coffee?"
Rand gave poor excuses to avoid his gaze, and after the other nodded, he ran away to the kitchen and started making coffee.
It wasn't until he got out of Bennett's sight that he relaxed his nerves a little.
It looks like he has indeed been out of the crowd for too long...
Rand self-examined in his heart, and he began to think about his life during this period, and he had to say that he could only say it was monotonous.
The only volunteer activity was also very bad...
"Tick-tock-"
A drop of water fell into Rand's coffee mug.
Rand hit a jerk.
In theory, he is standing next to the counter, and in any case, a drop of water will not appear on the top of a coffee mug.
Rand swallowed, then slowly raised his head.
His pupils widened in that instant, and it seemed as if all the blood rushed into his head.
"Munster?"
He had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming.
He lowered his voice and stared at the ceiling dumbfounded.
There, a humanoid creature with a slender tail, a pale body, and a drooping head was lying on its stomach.
If this is a horror movie, this scene is definitely the key point that the director deliberately set up to make the audience scream.
Rand couldn't believe that Munster actually ran out.
At this time, it was watching Munster curiously with its four round red eyes on the ceiling.
It was the mucus from his body that had dripped into the coffee cup before.
"You shouldn't be here, go back! Go back!"
Rand turned pale and lowered his voice in an attempt to persuade Munster.
But, as Murphy's Law says, things always get worse when they get worse - Bennett's voice came from the kitchen door.
"Mr. Sivers? Need my help?"
This young man, who had no idea that his life was in danger, came over because Rand had been in the kitchen for too long.
Rand nearly jumped in place.
He took the cup with trembling hands and turned.
"No no no no really don't need it. It's almost ready..."
He couldn't imagine the catastrophic consequences of Bennett Railes seeing Munster on the ceiling. That scene can definitely only be described as a disaster.
As he walked out, he put a hand behind his back, waving at Munster on the kitchen ceiling, trying to get it back.
Then he saw Bennett at the door.
The young man looked at Rand in surprise.
"Sorry, your face doesn't seem very good..."
"Ah, I've always been. Here, coffee."
Rand didn't know how he did it, but thank God he managed to maintain a calm mask in front of Bennett.
He just hoped that Munster would never come down from the ceiling at this moment—
When Bennett's fingers touched the coffee cup, Rand suddenly thought of something.
damn...
That drop of slime...
The coffee he gave Bennett had Munster's slime in it.
Although Rand had no clue about Munster's true identity, this did not prevent him from remembering the "gifts" Munster had prepared for him, those soft, jelly-like animal carcasses.
In fact, Rand didn't know how Munster did it, but he couldn't guarantee the consequences of the mucus on its body if it was drunk by humans.
Take a thousand steps back-
The mucus itself is inappropriate enough to be drunk in coffee by an unsuspecting person.
Thinking of this, Rand instinctively retracted his hand.
"Sorry, let's have another coffee—"
"Coffee?"
Bennett didn't react.
And that's what happened to tragedy...