Rayne

Ocean had begged for her help baking Alliyah a cake for her birthday. Blue was working with them. Colson and Malcolm, on the other hand, though, were just there - lazying around, annoying the cats, and investigating her house.

“A lot of Stephen King…” Colson commented as he inspected her book collection, forcing an exasperated sigh out of her.

“Is that a real dead crow? Are those real skulls?” Malcolm pointed and interrogated every time he spotted something new.

“Yes.“ Rayne answered out loud. “No…” She said in a low tone to the guys who were actually baking. “I’m goth, not a sociopath.”

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Both young men snickered at her fake answer, which genuinely scared Malcolm.

“Okay, but can I just say almond flour sounds weird as fuck.” Ocean wrinkled his nose.

“It’s the best flour, you uncultured slut.” Rayne glared and pointed a fork at him. “Just shut up before I stab you.”

“With a fork?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve seen my daggers. So pour the flour. Now.”

“Hey, Rayne!” Malcolm called from the couch. “I don’t think your cats like me much.” All three cats were, in fact, shying away from him, looking down from their tall cat tree. But in their defense, he had an iguana on his shoulder.

“Why did they have to come? They’re not even helping.” She muttered while rolling her eyes.

“You’re mean.” Malcolm pouted. “You and your cats.”

“And you and your lizard are useless.”

Ocean and Blue chuckled to each other.