Syn began to wonder if he was going crazy, because the mouse he had thrown at the wall started speaking. After a few seconds though, he figured it out, “So you’re a shapeshifter and a telepath. Well, you’re locked in this room, so I won’t let you out until you tell me.” Syn began to change his hand into a blade again, until he saw a piece of paper get slid under the door. He slowly and carefully walked over to it, making sure to keep his hand pointed at Delphi the whole time. “Interesting, a slumber party. Could be a good opportunity to steal some stuff, and I’m sure you don’t want to miss it, either, so here’s the deal. If you tell me, you can leave my room and go to the slumber party. If you don’t, then I’ll have Therian help me beat you to a pulp. Oh, and also, I’m really sorry about throwing you against the wall, but maybe next time you won’t turn into a mouse.”
Blinded by over-confidence, Syn Thought, ‘Maybe I will go to the party too and take some more stuff.’ Instead of what he should have thought, which was that someone with therianthropy whom he had robbed had invited him over to a party, and that that alone was suspicious. He should have been watching his back, but he wasn’t...
The gears inside his head began to turn again, ‘If I’m gonna go to that party, I need to get rid of this mouse.’