Not a pet
The man sitting on the couch was big... nearly seven foot if not. His coffee and cream skin lay over classic superhero style muscles, though there was nothing about the black T-shirt and faded jeans that he wore to suggest any such affiliation. Bright blue eyes with a slight Asian cast to them were trained on the two gallon sized jars that he held in his lap.
He sat and looked down at them for a long time, praying and looking into the future; weighing his options.
Then he looked up and spoke in a deep, slightly hard-edged voice. "Would anyone here like an improbable nexus child? This is not first come first serve, I reserve the right to pass up any applicants that I feel aren't ready for the responsibility."
He sat and looked down at them for a long time, praying and looking into the future; weighing his options.
Then he looked up and spoke in a deep, slightly hard-edged voice. "Would anyone here like an improbable nexus child? This is not first come first serve, I reserve the right to pass up any applicants that I feel aren't ready for the responsibility."