Tomi paused from its cleaning. Now doing more than requested. Dropping the rag, the detached hand produced a thumbs up as black liquid slid down its sides. The hand feeling it done its job did as what it always done after a request. It scurried to Boburta and out stretched a bony finger. Demanding payment for its well provided services. Knowing the drill, Boburta had plucked a rat shivering from the corner. She tossed it into the closet with the rest of Tomi Ana hung out. The door immediately slammed afterwards with sharp squeaks and crunching erupting from the closet.
No one was too sure on what or how Tomi ate, but didn’t care either. The remaining hand however was having a field day and decided to crawl back towards Coral. Boburta puffed up her chest as she saw a figure at the dilapidated thing they called a door. Walking across in a glorified rush to greet the new customer, as it said in her description.
Stopping about halfway to the door and whipped around to inform Coral of Tomi’s standards. Since no one reads the manuals these days. “Oh and Coral, Tomi would probably love to clean, but you need a live sacrifice. Ya know? Thought ya knew. You could probably get this place spic and span if you can catch enough rats or one human sized body.”
Quickly tacking onto her previous statement to make sure Coral got it across. “But I’m not covering you starry fortuneteller hocus pocus butt if the popo come and shoot this place up. If I got time to take a bullet for you then that means you got time dodge. Ya hear?” She barked.
Then she was met with partial bits a door hitting her. In shock… she blinked a few times and took a few steps back before screaming. It sounded like she had just witnessed the horrendous decapitation of her favorite boy band member. Her scream lessened as she turned it into an “OH MY FART CLOUDS, HE IS BOOTIFUL. ANNE, CORAL, BET-------JUST ANNE AND CORAL. LOOK AT HIM HE IS GORGAOUSS.” She shouted running up to the newcomer.
Clearing her voice, she grabbed his raised hand and pulled it down. “Welcome to Cheezy Chewz, home of old fashioned food and no actual cheese!” She greeted automatically, surprisingly like any good hostess would do. As her voice deepend and became husky, she leaned closer clearly breaking the personal bubble level to the 9th degree as she finished her routine with. “Now what can we do for ya here….stranger?” She breathed deeply, her eyelash batting game cranked to max and producing a flurry of golden glitter.