The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 52

Now that training is done at work I'll have my regular work schedule. so please put up with this erratic schedule for the next couple of weeks. sorry x.x

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The revolving doors to the small building seemed to be constantly spinning due to the never ending stream of people coming and going. Officers walking in with apprehended criminals, civilians filing missing persons reports or possibly something more sinister, people caught the night before being released on bail, and more kept the doors going at a consistent slow spin. Somehow, I managed to spot a couple monsters but the vast majority of people here were human. I will admit. It is kind of cool to see Dogamy and Dogaressa in uniform. The journey to get them on the force had been a long and hard fought battle. They deserved every honor that had been emblazoned on their outfits. Now that I knew where they worked, I should be able to give them an extra hand if needed...

I leaned back in my rather uncomfortable chair and continued to survey the room making adjustments to my black leather coat without really thinking about it. Even with all of the police officers in the building, one can never be to careful. To ensure that I wouldn't be a hindrance, I had dressed down compared to my normally flashy and glamorous appearance. There is a time and place for that and this isn't the time nor the place. A quick in and out. That's all I wanted this visit to be. Even though I have a good reason to be here, no celebrity wants to be spotted walking out of a "cop shop", as lots of humans like to say. It's a story that can easily be taken the wrong way and sensationalized which is something that I would rather avoid at the moment.

Never can be to careful with the paparazzi.

"Holy shit! What's a glitzed up monster like you doing in a police precinct?" A human man, that absolutely wreaked of alcohol, dragged one of his greasy stubby fingers down my upper right arm, just under the rolled up sleeve, to my elbow. His finger leaving a distinct smudge trail, that could be probably seen across the room if someone looked, on the once shiny metal.

I used a lot more willpower than I would like to admit so that I didn't cringe at the man sitting next to me. "Oh, just waiting on someone. That's all." Absently, I scanned the bustling room again while my neon pink heel tapped impatiently on the tile floor. Even though monsters worked here the set up of the front lobby wasn't very well established. This was just unprofessional. Yes, I wasn't expecting to get any special treatment today when I came into the precinct to give my statement with Songbird... but to have them sit me next to a guy who was more than likely being processed by one of the many busy officers was just wrong. That should be a breach of conduct or something. Having it so that civilians had to sit next to potential criminals. Monster or not.

It didn't matter that this was a smaller precinct and they appeared to be overworked as is. There should be a clear divide in the room somewhere. This is just making me feel even better about the fact that I came in early to give my statement. That way Songbird wouldn't have to wait out here next to possible rapists, murderers, thieves, or whatever else. Not that I would have allowed that in the first place but that's besides the point.

My one visible eye twitched as the human repeated the motion on my arm with the finger again. The gross feeling making me wonder if I should turn off that arm's nerve endings temporarily. Yes, I didn't like being touched by him but I have a pretty decent experience with drunk humans. It was easier to let them get their curiosity out of their system as soon as possible and then they would either pass out or bother someone else.

In most cases.

There are always exceptions.

"So shiny... is thish real hair? Y'know, I-I think I recognize you from shomwhere..." Oh lovely... he wasn't going to leave me alone anytime soon if he remembers. The human's finger had gotten bored with my arm and was now in my perfectly styled black locks. His light tugs weren't painful, as they were just curious in nature, but that didn't excuse the fact that he had to practically lean on me entirely just to reach. It was amazing how enough brown liquid can lower the inhibitions of a human to the point that they are almost curious children again. Just big, more than likely stupid, adult children that felt as though they could do absolutely anything. Especially not care for one's personal space. I never understood why humans did this to themselves. Monster alcohol has a much more... happy side effect and it was certainly less dangerous. Why drink something that would slowly poison you as you drank more? "OH YEAH! You're Mechaton! From the TV show!"