It was dewy outside, it was raining but there wasn’t any windows in the underground room you two stayed in so you couldn’t see outside. He was sitting on the couch as you organized books. After a bit you came and laid down with him. Nezumi, or his nickname Rat, raised his eyebrow but didn’t speak. He was the stand off type. He didn’t speak much and when he did he was either mocking you or telling you to stop talking. Though deep down he cared about you, and you knew it too. You both were just stuck in a shitty situation because of NO.6. He didn’t push you to speak, just letting you lay there. He held you quietly with one arm, the other hand was holding a book as he skimmed through it with his eyes.

“Hey, you’re gonna have to get up eventually.” He muttered, brushing his fingers through your white hair. It had turned that color since the parasitic bee that he had extracted from you.