~Amolet

　　"What do immortal's eat, anyway?"

　　I glance around the corner and into the living room, where Cian sits, reading a book he plucked from my bookshelf. Seeing him with it reminds me of how him and I came to speak to each other. I brought him a book to read, even if it was a childish one. My plan with that was to bait him into speaking, which worked well in my favour. Now it's been two full days with him in Lev and I's apartment.

　　"Worry about yourselves before me," he responds distractedly.

　　Lev opens the freezer, pulling out a frozen pizza. Leaning against the kitchen counter, I...