Shady

Rifkin glanced over his shoulder; was Mikaelson watching this? “…Is this some sort of test?”

Aeron nodded in agreement. “Didn’t demand nearly enough cookies for that.” He smirked.

“Yeah.” Aeron nodded. “I feel like shit.”

“Otay!”

Rifkin gaped at him for a moment, stunned by the offer. “…Could I ask why you would do that?”

(I don’t have a solid grasp on your economics yet lol it’s basically social security equivalent so like you can survive but not comfortably. Like he won’t be in a ...

“And a snake?” Tasia felt like she was pushing it but planned to keep doing so until someone told her to stop.

Shit. “…A job’s a job, sir… I like the idea of the pension I’m due for soon.”

“Okay.” He nodded, leading the way into town. It was eerie this time of morning. He didn’t like it.

Rifkin’s gaze snapped back to him, on high alert immediately. This was definitely a trap. But how could he get out of it? He was quiet for a moment, then ...

“Sounds like the way to get a knife to the gut,” Aeron mused. “Make sure you get the right room.”

Tasia pranced in excitement, grinning. “Yayayay! And a lily pad!”

Rifkin eyed him suspiciously. This felt like a trap through and through. Thankfully it wasn’t phrased as a question, so he didn’t have to answer. Instead he glanced away, chest ...

“Yeah. Anyhow—“ Aeron glanced ahead at the approaching town. “Can you get into your room this time of morning?”

“Hopping! And eating a fly!”