"You cut it wrong, Noah." He moved his foot and kicked the man, Noah, a brown skinned man with cat ears and red eyes, who was sitting on the floor in the side.
"No I didn't! Just shut up and let me finish, Weasel!" He looked up to him and scowled, dragging his dagger across the leather.
"I know what I'm doing, you've never made a shoe in your life." Noah rolled his eyes and went back to working, scooting himself away from Weasel, who had red skin, purple eyes, and horns.
The room was dark, damp, and smelled like mold, though both of them were used to it. There was a small candle to the right of Noah, it barely had any wax left.
There was a knock at the door, both of their heads snapped towards it.
"I got it." Noah pushed himself off the ground, leaving the leather and his dagger. He stepped towards the door and looked through its peephole, freezing for a few seconds.
"It's… it's a Lawman." Noah moved back from the door, staring at the handle. He began to shiver nervously, tapping his foot while thinking.
"Open the door." Weasel grabbed the dagger Noah left on the floor and cut his right thumb open, a mix of blood and an inky green substance poured out from it.
Weasel walked over to the wall and began to make a circle as Noah opened the door for the Lawman.
"Hi, I'm Ethel of the Law. I'm here to search the place." The man, a human with fair skin and purple eyes greeted himself, then handed Noah a search warrant.
"We have reason to believe there's drugs in this room." Ethel stated, looking Noah up and down. "Are you gonna move out of the way..?"
"W-well… yes sir…" He glared at Weasel, then stepped to the side and allowed Ethel to step in.
Weasel had finished writing on the wall, what looked like a gate to another dimension opening. He pushed something onto the floor, causing a loud noise. Ethel began to walk towards it.
"The hell is this..?" Ethel stood infront of it. Weasel snook behind him and shoved him into it, then snapped his fingers, closing it before he could turn back.
"The hell was that!" Noah, who was peaking around the corner, now moved into the room and began to shout at him.
"Do you know how much illegal shit I got in here? I wasn't just letting him search us."
"Whatever… but can you go get more candles? Ours is almost out." Noah dug into his pocket and gave him a few minor bonds.
"Fine, but I'm keeping whatever change there is." He left the room, walking through the halls the of slums. The air quality was worse outside, dirt and dust kicked up with every step. It smelt like someone had died in the halls, there probably was a dead body rotting in one of those rooms.
Before Weasel exited the slums he knocked on one of the doors.
A disheveled looking human woman answered the door. She stared at him with an empty expression for a moment, then pushed the door shut a little. "Oh… the reddie."
Weasel gave her a dumbfounded looking, taking a step back from the door and scrunching his nose at her. "Don't call me that." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I'm going out, is there anything you need me to get for you, Gloria."
"Don't say my name!" She shouted at him, pointing a shaking finger. "Don't speak my name, filthy demon… ever." She began breathing heavily, having exhausted herself from the outburst. "But… I do need a book… from River. Get it for me." She then slammed the door shut.
"Tweaker…" Weasel mumbled as he walked off, heading down the stairs towards the exit into the main city.
He walked through the city square, stopping by some stand selling candles and other household items. He drops a few minor bonds onto the table. "How many candles can this get me?"
The man behind the stand looked at the money, snatched it up and gave him two thin wax candles. Weasel took them and stuffed them in his bag, then walked away. He kept walking until he reached a large temple with two lawmen in front of it.
"Good evening." He greeted the two, pulling a major bond from his pocket and handing it to one of them. They nodded and opened the door, revealing a set of stairs behind them. When he reached the top there was a man sitting in the middle of the room.
"Hello." He acknowledged him without turning, getting up and grabbing a book. "This is what you need." He walked as close as the chains would allow him and held out the book to Weasel. "The book, for Gloria."
Weasels eyes widened a bit as he took the book from his hands. "How'd you know..?"
River met him with a smile. "It's only natural that I'd know. I know everything." He turned away, returning back to the center of the room and sat down. "Have a nice day."
"You… too…" Weasel spoke surprisedly as he walked back down the stairs. When he got back to the slums, he set the book down in front of Gloria's door and knocked, then rushed back to his own house. When he got inside the first thing he saw was Noah standing in front of the couch, which was flipped onto it's back. Right in front of it was his stash of drugs.
"Hey…" He turned to face Weasel. "You gotta get rid of all this."