Part 3My Serpentine Boyfriend

The little snake’s tail began to move faster, its tongue flicking in and out in a rapid rhythm.

I was getting a little freaked out. With a flick of my wrist, I accidentally sent it flying to the floor.

[LMAO HAHAHAHAHAHA—]

[I can’t. This guy is so tragic. He’s going to short-circuit from frustration.]

[Our girl is so cute. This is his reward, obviously.]

A flood of comments scrolled past my eyes, all saying pretty much the same thing.

Who was “he”? The snake?

The little serpent picked itself up from the floor, its black eyes glaring at me for a few seconds as if it wanted to eat me alive. Then, with a flick of its tail, it slithered to the far side of the room, keeping its distance. It seemed angry.

Worried I might have hurt it, I decided to go find Benjamin and ask for a glass tank or something to keep it in.

Knock, knock, knock—

I rapped on his door. It was shut tight, and no one answered.

That was strange. Benjamin never closed his door. He always left it open just a crack, so that every time I walked by, I would just “happen” to catch him changing. Then he’d snort and call me a pervert with no shame.

[What a sly bastard, trying to peacock for our girl every day.]

[Don’t fall for it, sweetie! I’m telling you, he’s in a dangerous state right now. You should push the door open and go in immediately.]

[Yeah, yeah! He’s really suffering in there. You need to go in and help him.]

Dangerous? Suffering?

And he needed my help?

I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob.