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Clang! Smack! Thud!
Pastra woke up with a groan. They’ve started to get used to Lankmann’s presence over the few days that he’s lived with them, but some things still catch them off guard.
They checked the clock. It was 7:30. Well, at least they didn’t lose too much sleep.
Pastra stumbled out of bed and made their way to the kitchen, the source of the commotion.
The kitchen was a mess. Every single cupboard in the room was wide open, and the fridge had deep gouges in the shape of claw marks on it, like a rabid animal had tried to get inside. There was an empty carton of milk sitting on the floor in the direct center of the tile, and for some reason there was a pentagram drawn in chalk around it.
Lankmann was coiled on top of the countertop like some giant, demented, striped snake, his red eyes peering intently at Pastra’s coffee maker. It looked full.
Before Pastra said anything, Lankmann uncoiled one arm and picked up the coffee pot. He then proceeded to pour the entire pot of steaming-hot black coffee directly into his mouth.
Pastra just stood there. Lankmann set the empty coffee pot back into the coffee machine and turned to lock eyes with Pastra. His expression screamed “we are not going to talk about this.”
Pastra blinked, then turned around and went back to the bedroom. It’s too early for this.
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When Pastra woke up again two hours later, Lankmann had retreated back to the basement. Pastra went to the kitchen to assess the damage, but somehow everything was tidied up and back to normal.
The refrigerator was empty except for a loaf of bread and an upside down pickle jar, and a full carton of chocolate milk that they could have sworn wasn’t there before. The claw marks on the fridge were gone too.
Which was a little strange, but hey, everything was at this point.