crack from the chat room
Cloud looked at the tumbling downy-crab babies and sighed. The play pen was getting just a bit small. And with Kadaj and Yazoo both expecting they were going to need a bigger house. Not to mention Loz’s latest, who somehow got the recessive genetics from Jenova’s alien sex gene and turned out as a downy crabbling. Loz wouldn’t say who the father was, and it was setting off all Zack’s and Seph’s parental instincts. The newest little one didn’t look like any of them, or anyone they knew. He was brown haired and gray eyed, with the same white and black feathers of his cousins and grand mama.
He was a happy baby at least, not as rambunctious as Zax or as withdrawn as Rit and Sef. Actually, he spent most of the time cuddling with Clou or anyone who would pick him up. It was nice not having to chase another one down the hall. Speaking of…
“Zax no! Come back here! You’re going to rub those feathers right off and then where will you be?!”
He was a happy baby at least, not as rambunctious as Zax or as withdrawn as Rit and Sef. Actually, he spent most of the time cuddling with Clou or anyone who would pick him up. It was nice not having to chase another one down the hall. Speaking of…
“Zax no! Come back here! You’re going to rub those feathers right off and then where will you be?!”