i'm still not sure what i stand for
Well, they'd built the freezer, and the office, and the Chief of Agriculture was doing his thing.The 'thing' being mostly paperwork, at this stage. The office, also known as converted shack, had space at the back where he had set up the initial breeding pairs of ningos. As it turned out, when one provided food and shelter to the birds, they almost behaved in a way domesticated chickens would.
Almost. They still would randomly try to attack the vet's ankles as he walked past, but they rarely got through the thick leather of his pants and boots.
He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the pile of papers before him, tired and unwittingly zoning out yet again. It wasn't meant to be like this, he couldn't help the thought that kept cropping up in the fog of his mind.
As he so often did recently, Auni was there to pull him from his fog. The little luxere was more resilient than Chuy could ever claim to be himself, and the vet smiled sadly down at him as he pressed his nose into his bonded's hand, searching for the inevitable treat within.
why don't we break the rules already?
CHULANE
