Losing everything I thought I once had

Chapter 5

I sat against the wall, facing the bathroom door, and scrolled through the profiles. The main door opened, revealing my sister and a stack of clothes. She set her haul down on the bed before sitting next to me.

“What are you looking for?” She asked, leaning into my shoulder.

“Any information I can gather on Antoka and Mesora. I like to know what I'm up against,” I responded, not taking my eyes off the holoscreen hovering in front of me.

“Mesora was getting dressed when I checked on her a moment ago, so she will probably be heading our way soon.”

“Nice. What time is it anyways?”

Betty pulled her phone out of her bra, turning the screen on. Her green eyes scanned the bright object before she turned it back off, placing it back where she got it.

“Currently, it is six pm. I believe it was around four thirty when we put the criminals into the shower. Why do you ask?”

I stretched out my legs in front of me, “Normally Muffin messages me around half an hour ago, letting me know that he's done with whatever work he had that day. I guess today is an exception,” I murmured as I popped my fingers.

The sound of a door closing brought my attention up, Mesora having shut the main door to the room. She gave a small smile and a tiny wave before perching on the edge of the bed. The pink tips on the ends of her black hair were brighter now than when I first saw them. She had a strange tan complexion, having been locked underground for nearly a decade. Her purple eyes fit well with how her hair framed her face.

“I take it Antoka is still in the shower?” She asked, staring at her fingernails.

The drumming of the water had faded into a background noise for me. I had to strain my ears to hear it again. Betty got up and placed herself next to Mesora, the demon seeming grateful for having a friend.

“Yep, he has been in there for longer than even my showers, and I have to spend a good ten minutes on my hair. But as long as you two aren't reeking of corpses anymore, I consider it a win,” I paused, biting my lip. “Mesora? What's your last name?”

“Mine? It's Cultara. Why exactly do you need it? Er..my Queen?”

“I just need some background info on you two and I can't quite seem to find anything without a last name. Do you happen to know Antoka’s?”

“Happen to know my what?” Antoka’s voice caused me to jump.

I glanced up at his face, seeing him drying his hair with a towel. My eyes slowly grazed downward, taking note of scars across his chest and stomach before reaching-

“You heathen!! Where are your manners!?” Betty screeched.

I blinked, trying to process why she screamed. That's when I took notice of his bare legs and waist. My face lit up in flames and my hands immediately went to my eyes.

“Antoka, you could have been a little considerate towards these two ladies. They did rescue your ass from life in a cell. And what do you do? You show up completely naked. I can't believe you sometimes,” Mesora said, her voice sweet despite the annoyed tone.

“I'm not completely naked Mes, I have a towel.”

“Yes, on your head! But wearing nothing but a hat in public is still considered public nudity! So please, cover up before I get Betty to shoot you,” I pleaded quickly, coiling my tail around myself.

“Alright, give me moment,” my heart pounded in my chest as I heard the rustling noises. After a while I decided to count how many beats before something happened. 100 before he set his foot down. 65 as his other foot slid across the ground. 120 as the bed creaked slightly.  “I am now dressed ladies, you can calm your tits now."