Hare Moon

Live and Let Live

"Victim is breathing but unconscious. She has a bullet-sized hole in her right foot."

"Has the suspect been apprehended?"

"...she is the suspect. Turns out guns are dangerous. It's a shame, really; witnesses state that she liked her feet without holes in them."

"Hang on...we're losing her! We need blood, stat!"

"Blood Type?"

"Oh great, she's one of those mutated-mate types. Impossible to match. We're just going to have to let her go."

"Damn, third one this week. When will people learn? Guns are dangerous."

....

"And that is how I am doomed to become an armed murderer, a dead victim, and a news story, all in a single, entirely preventable accident."

"Right...Why don't I do the presentation, lady, and you just...go sniff at Mill's coat or something..."

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It clearly upset Milton, finding out that he Marked me. I don't know if he's upset for himself or for me. It's starting to feel a little like there is no difference anymore. Our happiness depends on each others', whether it be together or apart.

As part of my solemn vow to be more mature— which I made just now —I will head over to his office for an open and adult discussion about this. For once excitement roils in my gut, churning with the nerves. He Marked me, which means...I don't know. But I know he wants me just as much as I want him. He's just too stubborn to admit it. If we can talk this through I'm sure he'll be more open to trying. We can compromise for each other; I'll be a badass gun-toting girl who isn't a liability and he can, well...laughing at my jokes would be a start.

Erin leads me inside and I follow her upstairs. I should really thank Sunny for the belt. Now that I've calmed down a bit I've had a chance to admire how amazing the stitching is. It must have taken him ages. Wearing it feels good too. 

Erin turns into Clarice's room. He's lying facedown on his bed playing a video game and she speeds over to jump on him. As she catapults onto his back he releases an oomph.

I head down the hall to Sunny's room. I used to wonder if Clarice minds being all the way down the other end, while Sunny and Milton are right across from each other. It seemed like just another way he was detached from the family. But now I know Erin and him are kinky as heck it makes more sense.

As I near Sunny's room I hear Ylva's voice filtering through the open door. She speaks hushed, calm. "You have to ask him yourself. You need to show him that you are being mature and taking responsibility—" Ylva cuts herself off and I pause my movements. Did she hear me? Should I keep walking casually, or try and listen further? Sunny fills the silence.

"But you'll back me up? Because you know he'll only consider Mill—"

"I believe someone might be here to see you," Ylva interrupts.

Another silence. Oh shit. I resume walking and stop awkwardly in Sunny's doorway. "Uh, sorry. I can come back if you're busy."

"No, it's fine," Sunny says, "come in."

"Love you, cabbage." His mum rubs his back and stands. I move out of the way and she passes with a friendly smile.

"Everything alright?" I ask, once she's gone.