Susumu’s eyes widened at the sight of the house. “Oh, wow!” She
exclaimed. “Gosh, you sure have a nice place for… Uh, whatever you are!”
She immediately plopped down on one of the couches, and the Denpa with
shades followed her.

The red Denpa carefully sat down on one of the couches. “Well, yes, some water would be nice,” she remarked.

The
white-haired Denpa, however, was nervous even stepping in the door.
“Susumu!′ she scolded. “Keep your ears down! If that thing catches your
scent it might change its mind about eating us!”

From the kitchen, after the white-haired Denpa warned Susumu about him eating her, he squeaked something to the effect of “I heard that!”

Then he froze.

Wait. Susumu? He’d heard that before…

Hastily, he filled up several tiny glasses and carried a tray in his mouth, bringing it over to the Denpas. Once it was set down, he turned to the Denpas.

“Mi-mi-mu?” he asked, surprised to hear the mun’s name here.

He began to squeak questions at a mile a minute, barely letting them answer one before moving to the next.