 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Tough nut. Hard egg. Brittle bones. Spittle in the cornflakes. Whatever the woman's reason was for being so uptight, Mathis wasn't going to ask. Truth be told, he didn't much mind.
Stroking one of the leaves of the flytrap, he considered the near teeth like structures on the flower head. "Only got one trap in stock though."
And two bodies. Moving might have to wait. Unless they had something else. Or he could use this plant for his own personal preferences. But then it would look suspicious, if he just moved, and there was a body left behind. Of course it wasn't his, not this time, but that wouldn't stop them from assuming. Landlord good, running tenant bad. Idiots from assumptions. Always filthy idiots. And yet, they claimed to be so clean.
Mathis snorted in distaste as he let the leaf go, making his way back over to the woman. His eyes darted around the shop again before settling on her, on the ends of her hair. "A beneficial bargain." She sounded interested, less likely to deliver an immediate 'no'. "I'm looking for work."
Would that make it a quadruple pity? He sucked in his bottom lip and chewed on it momentarily as his eyes skittered to one of her ears and then the other. "With, or without pay."
Needed to keep from being bored. Wanted to build up his references. Gain valuable experience. Try a new career pathway. She could pick whatever reason she wanted. He was good at what he did, but there were few out there who cared for such services. And he didn't advertise often. It was dangerous to do so.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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