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     Your day began with a fuzzy ball of cuteness attached to your torso.

     "Hey sweet thing," you cooed softly, trying to rouse the little creature from it's slumber. It snored softly from...somewhere. You weren't entirely sure how since Doe Jr. didn't have a nose or a mouth but whatever, it was endearing nonetheless. 

     Giving up after a few minutes of trying, you tossed your head back onto the couch and sighed, taking a moment to enjoy the rare peace and quiet. And then the chaos began.

     Mama Rat moved a centimeter in her sleep, causing all of the tiny ratlings to open their eyes in sync like the hive mind they were. Immediately the room was flooded by the sound of incessant squeaking, causing you to groan in irritation and finally get up from the couch, your fuzzy companion in tow. 

     Little Doe yawned- again, from some invisible crevice in his body- and blinked up at you sleepily. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling at his little self, reaching down to brush through his wild hair while you mentally prepared yourself for the day. The fluffy creature began purring as you ran your fingers through his locks of hair, making your smile grow even wider.

     While the rats scattered in every direction to cause chaos, you willed yourself into the kitchen and prepared the delicious, nutritious breakfast of a single slice of bread and two bananas. You sat down at the counter and Doe Jr. crawled up next to your plate, staring at you with an intensity that nearly made you break out into a cold sweat. You averted your gaze and tried to ignore it as you picked up one of the bananas and began to peel it-

     -until the rat pack showed up and, as a collective, snatched it out of your hands and dashed off with it. Doeball flinched a bit at the suddenness of their heist and you let out a sigh of relief at the momentary loss of his intense gaze.

     "Thieving parasites, I should've thrown you all out onto the street when I had the chance," you huffed, watching as they devoured your banana like a bunch of piranhas- not even the peel was left over when they had finished. Mama Rat smacked your arm with her tail, shaking her head disapprovingly at your words. 

     You closed your eyes and sighed, about to apologize, until you looked back at your plate and watched Mama rat drag away your last banana for herself. Your eye twitched but you let the rodents feast on their ill-gotten gains, instead electing to just eat your nice piece of untoasted bread before they could take that too.

     You ignored Doe's excessive staring as you wolfed down your meager breakfast, choosing instead to focus on the next target you planned on tracking down for Maison. You grabbed a random file from the thin stack, taking note of the picture clipped onto the manila paper. 

     A little scruffy, not too bad. You couldn't entirely make out his name- it was written in blue pen, the writing wild and clearly rushed. Peter? Pedro? No, that definitely said Pietro. You gave up on translating the unclear cursive and grabbed the attached photo, unclipping it from the file. 

     "You guys know the drill, who's getting first pick at the grocery store tonight?" The rat children slowly turned their heads in sync, their actions akin to something out of a horror movie, and focused in on the picture you held in your hand. In a split second, all the ratlings scampered out of the apartment at mach 5.