Later that night, while both of them were fast asleep, someone was sneaking into their home. It was the owner of the shop that Mai had stolen the blanket from. His name was Cristopher, and he intended to get his property back. When Chris found it, lying on top of what was obviously a large pile of blankets, he fumed.
The brat already had as many blankets as she could ever possibly need, why in the hell was she going around stealing more?! Whatever the reason, Chris didn't really give a damn. Walking over to the huge pile of blankets, Chris heard something. It sounded like… a cough? The hell? Blankets don't cough, and that kid that stole it sounded pretty damn healthy to me.
The coughs were getting louder, and Chris backed away, knowing that someone would probably come in to check on whoever was sick. A smaller pile of blankets that Chris hadn't taken any notice of when he'd come in was moving.
"Muro!" a little girl's voice cried.
Chris watched, as the little girl rolled the blankets off of what Chris was just now realizing was another person. The person was obviously very sick, and Chris was beginning to understand why the kid had stolen all those blankets. The coughing eventually subsided, and Chris stepped further back into the shadows, hoping not to be spotted.
"Muro, are you all right now?"
"Yeah," whispered a voice that sounded like it belonged to a little boy. "Thanks, Mai."
Mai, so the kid's name was Mai. Chris watched as Mai tucked Muro back in, turning and walking out of their little shack only when he was sure they were both asleep.
He was beginning to regret calling the TCTF.