Gacha Gacha Hero

Rosy shut the door. She walked down the hallway outside the room. A few steps away from her new room there was a second door leading to an adjacent room. She stopped.

Rosy lifted her ear up a little. There was the *clink*clack* of silverware coming from behind the door. Rosy cracked open the door and poked her head inside.

Plinth and Landlady Starling were seated on opposite sides of a table that had been pushed up against the wall. Placed on the center of the table was a pot of tea and a cake stand with a decadent yellow butter cake on it. The Landlady was sipping quietly from a teacup. Plinth was holding position with a forkful of sweet butter cake halfway to his mouth.

"What are the two of you doing?" Rosy asked.

*Cough* Plinth gently set the fork and cake back down on the plate in front of him.

"We were merely having an after dinner sip of tea." He said quietly.

[... follow along with me here. Glitter…]

Plinth stopped talking. Ms Starling stopped moving. The two of them perked up their ears.

Rosy's attention was drawn to a cast iron vent at the top of the wall. A tinny echo could be heard coming through the vent.

Rosy slid into the room. "Can you-"

Plinth quickly waved a hand at her. He held a hand over his mouth.

Rosy whispered.

Plinth twirled his desert fork in his hand.

Plinth looked at the landlady. The landlady looked at Plinth. Plinth looked at Rosy.

[...chisel a wax sculpture of his face…]

Rosy shut the door to the second room behind her. She tiptoed over to the table.