Ezri’s Scales, chapter one

Hello everyone, Clara Hartley and I (ido) decided to write something together, just for fun. This is Chapter one, we hope you enjoy it as much as we did when we wrote it!.

 

CHAPTER ONE

I watched Kev as he placed the baby mice into the refrigerator. They were still alive, blind and unable to wink open their eyes. He slammed the door shut with his foot.

“Still can’t get over it when you do it like that,” I said. Here in Scale Pet Co. we didn’t do things the humane way. If I had control over things, I’d make sure the mice had an easier death. I tried implementing a death-by-CO2 policy but my pops refused to approve my suggestion.

One day I’d open a pet shop by myself, but for now, I had to put up with the horrible practices of Dalmazio Giachetti, leader of the criminal west side of New York and also, my father.

“Boss says he doesn’t want to waste money on stinkin’ mice.” Kev picked his pencil out from behind his ear and licked the tip of it before scribbling on the clipboard to note inventory. He had a strange habit of christening his pencils with his tongue before using them, and that was exactly why I never dared use any of his stationery. That might have been his master plan.

He fiddled with the top of his mohawk and lifted a cursory gaze toward me. “You shouldn’t be feeling soft for mice. They’re rats.”

“Actually, they’re two very different species.” I was handling the inventory myself, looking through how much dog food we had left. “You should know that, considering you work in a pet shop.”

“Eh.” Kev licked the piercing at the bottom of his tongue. He was tatted head to toe. “Ah, missed one.” He reached for another bag of squirming mice, their skins red and translucent because they never had the chance to grow furs, and tossed them into the fridge like he would a bag of meat. “You’re the only one who takes this shop seriously. You know your pops just wants it as a front.”

Ding. Someone was ringing the bell at the cashier.

I tipped a brow at Kev. “I happen to like animals.”

 “The scaly kinds,” Kev replied.

“They have cute, beady eyes.”

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