The Howls and Yowls of the Deux Pierrots
I woke up in the middle of the night. Me and Ratu had gone to bed early, she was pulling those monster sixteen-hour shifts again.
I didn't quite catch what had woken me up, but I knew better than to doubt my instincts. I toured the appartment, very glad that we didn't have any neighbours. Most towers had occupancy rates in the 40 to 50 range, so it was easy to ask to be left alone, I just had to pay extra for no upstairs or downstairs neighbours, because that messed up the occupancy planning.
I looked down into the rain-spattered city, and saw what woke me. Some hormone-added teenager was signing, then yowling, then... I guess it was a yodel? In any case, he was making noise, with his vocal cords, trying to attract attention. His attire did the same, black and white latex smooth over his body, one arm and one leg white, one arm and one leg black. The porcelin mask split in a tao of black and white as well. That was a new gang, I'd only heard of them a little, the rumour vine said they had found a bar sign and a stash of bdsm paraphernalia, and used it ritually. I had no trouble believing it, the youth was yowling like a cat being skinned, it was unpleasant to listen to and watch, I was glad Ratu was still sleeping. If she made a move like he was waking her, I'd stop his yowling... one way or another.
Well, he's stopping. Oh, whoever was punishing him decided to take a make out break. Well, they're on the other side, so not a threat, nice vocal range that I can hear them, really. I'm going back to bed.
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