I'm holding a small rat in my fingers, the rat is trying to get away by struggling, but it can't break free.
"Meow" I hear a meow and look to the side, seeing Hexael, and I wonder what he's doing here.
"What do you want, Hexael?" I say while staring at the frightened little rat in my hand.
"Pentael, I came to invite you to watch something fun. You said you wanted to see if I did something entertaining, so you can come with me if you don't get in the way and stay quiet," Hexael says with his standard mischievous smile.
"I'm bored anyway, tell me what it is," I say with some interest, opening my mouth and swallowing the rat. As soon as I bite, a snap of the small bones breaking is audible as I chew.
"Seriously, Pentael? A rat?" Hexael says mockingly.
"Don't complain," I mutter irritatedly. Since when is what I eat decided by him?
