Mirelle
Mirelle“Can you please hand me the, ah, what is that called?” I point to the laser-guided mini-rivet attacher.
The human beside me sighs. “I already told you several times. It’s a laze guide.”
She shares a glance with the other human to her right. “And you’ll have to hold it carefully so it doesn’t interfere with your cuff.”
“I’m aware. Thank you.” My voice is stiff and I hold out my hand. “May I?”
“Be our guest. Take anything you like, Mirelle. We are here at your complete disposal.” Her voice is polite enough, but I can read the f**k you buried in the tone.
completefuck youThese women hate me and they don’t even know me.
I reach over and take it, since she’s clearly not going to hand it over.
“Try not to cause a fire.” She smiles to her friend.
Amber and Kianna. Both mus
