A small girl was walking through hallways similar to those of a hotel. Her long, white cat tail swayed through the corridors. Her attire was simple: a completely blue pajama that covered her entire body; when she lay down, it even looked like a blanket.
Her feet soon reached the stairs, and she began to descend them, each step generating noise throughout the house. She soon reached the second floor, where she saw a board with all the days of the week. And Saturday was marked as "Mia's Lazy Day."
Mia felt happy, although it didn't show on her expression. Her hands raised for a stretch, and then she continued walking until she reached the first floor. She turned left and saw the empty house kitchen. She entered and began searching through the leftovers until she found some pork meat and reheated it. Her cat claws came out and she began tearing the piece of pork apart until it was in tiny bits.
She gathered it all and put it between two slices of bread; she called that a culinary masterpiece.
Mia's hands came together, her fingertips pointing towards the food. "Thank you, God Tamecoz, for creating the technique with which this Castford was hunted." After reciting this, she grabbed the sandwich and began to devour it all.
When the food was gone, she licked her fingers so the residual flavor wouldn't go to waste, then went to the bathroom and washed her hands. "Tanaka no hm hm m hmm." The girl began humming a song she got from a game she recently finished.
Mia walked towards the living room sofa, turned on the TV, then put on an absurd drama series and lay down on the sofa. The light in her eyes seemed to disappear as the garbage being played ended, and finally she fell asleep.
Inside her dream, she was lying down. When she got up in the dream, she saw Dinorat, Hanna, Shara, and Zoma, all of them playing.
"Why wasn't I invited?" The girl asked.
"You hadn't arrived. Come here." Zoma spoke, her voice sweet and soothing.
Mia made a little pout, but walked towards her friend and sat down beside her.
Shara moved her hand near Mia. "Hey, tell me everyone's cards," she whispered.
The little cat leaned closer to Shara. "Are you crazy? Remember Zoma has very good hearing." Mia's gaze was fixed on Zoma, who was looking at her cards.
"Pleeeeease." Shara clasped her hands in front of her and begged Mia with all her might.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Zoma leaned over to see what the two girls were whispering about, then scolded them with a tap on the head.
Everyone was laughing... Ring ring ring... Ring ring ring... BAM BAM BAM!!
Mia jolted up at the thunderous sound coming from outside. She made no noise. She approached the door, and when she peered through the peephole, she saw Heo standing with a suitcase and a turtle that reached his hip.
"What is he doing here?" When she asked herself this, she remembered his arrival was scheduled for that very day.
She got nervous instantly. She began turning from side to side looking for something to wear. But she found nothing. Mia looked through the door's peephole and then spoke. "Can you wait a bit? I'm going to change."
Heo turned to look at the sun. "Sure."
Mia turned around at Heo's positive reaction and quickly went to her room. There she showered. When she finished, she put on some white shorts and a giant hoodie that reached her knees.
When she was ready, she quickly descended the stairs and opened the door. "Hello, good morning." She greeted with a nervous smile.
"Hello." Heo's tone was monotonous, there seemed to be no life in his eyes; he just walked towards the center of the living room.
He turned around, but didn't look at Mia. Instead, he threw a small thing. "Here." The girl thought it was for her, but before she could catch it, the young man's turtle devoured it.
"I already taught you how to talk, didn't I?" Heo's turtle stared at him intently. "Mhaw."
The turtle's shell opened and a small speaker emerged from the hole that was created. "Hello, miss." A robotic woman's voice came out of the speaker.
"Well done." Heo's eyes didn't change, but a small smile appeared on his expression as he stroked his turtle's head.
Only after that did Mia realize it was a half-robot turtle; most of its body was made of metal.
"Amazing," said the girl. "How much can it say? Can I pet it?" The cat girl's face lit up at the turtle's impressiveness.
Heo nodded at the second question. "Her name is Tina and she's 2 years old. She has the vocabulary of about a 16-year-old."
"Amazing," Mia whispered while petting the large turtle. "Are you a follower of God Zaremik?"
The young man took something out of his suitcase. "I'm an atheist."
The girl stopped petting the turtle upon hearing Heo's words. "Are you okay with saying that?" Her brow furrowed like never before.
"Yes."
A deathly silence took over the atmosphere; Tina moved away from where Mia was. One of her plates lifted, preparing something.
The cat girl's tense face transformed into a small smile, but it was noticeably very cheerful. "You're a really interesting person."
Tina's and Heo's hides relaxed at Mia's reaction; the plate returned to its place.
"What rooms are available?" Said the young man while glancing at the stairs.
"There are three on the second floor."
"There aren't three floors?"
"The third is only for the women."
After this brief exchange, Heo turned and began heading towards the second floor with Tina.
Mia watched him go up, but as he ascended the stairs, she decided to climb them to follow him. Thanks to her feline skills, she followed him without him noticing, or at least that's what she hoped was happening; Heo turned to look at her after 2 seconds.
"What are you doing?" He asked, a small hint of disdain visible in his eyes.
"I'm making sure you don't go to the third floor." Mia quickly invented an excuse; Heo just turned around, looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, and kept walking.
'He's pretty weird, huh?'
Upon reaching the second floor, Heo checked the rooms. After entering all of them, he chose the coldest one and threw in his suitcase, then took off his hoodie.
He wasn't naked underneath; instead, he had a black shirt that seemed perfectly fitted to his body, neither loose nor tight, simply perfect.
Mia, who was outside the room, watching him through the door crack, was devouring him with her eyes. 'I love it when things don't lie,' she thought while staring fixedly at him.
The young man headed to the door, and as he opened it, Mia had already jumped to the stairs to go down to the first floor.
She began to descend, but Heo was behind her in the same attire. When he got downstairs, he took something from his pocket and put it in the microwave.
After half a minute, the strange food finished heating up. It was exactly 3 slices of pizza stacked on top of each other.
Heo sat down and began to eat calmly. Mia decided to sit across from him. "So, what do you do for a living or what did you study?" Mia asked while making circles with the rim of a glass she was holding.
"I didn't have university studies, but I did work as a psychologist for 2 years at age 16," Heo said, then took a bite of pizza.
"What did you do during the last 5 years?" The girl accelerated the pace of her circles.
The young man fell silent. His dead eyes stared into nothingness as he brought food to his mouth. After a few minutes, Mia realized she wouldn't receive an answer.
When Heo finished, he washed the plate he used and put it out to dry, then retired to his room.
'What was that? A simple question made the atmosphere heavier than when he said he was an atheist.' Mia let out a long sigh and stood up. She put her glass in the sink and went to her own room.