An Adoption Story (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

“He hasn’t been fostered before. The only other place he’s been is at his original home.” She smiled back.

"Hmm… He seems closed off. Is there a reason for that?" Marrin asks, what she lacks in social skills she makes up for in perception.

“We don’t know. We think he’s been abused in some way, though. He showed us cigarette burn scars on his chest when he was a child and he trusted us.”

Marrin gets lost in thought. "Okay, can I bring him home today?" She asks, eagerly waiting for a response. Mostly because her motorcycle is parked in an alleyway….

“Sure ya can. He doesn’t have much to pack. It’d take about twenty or ten minutes.” The lady smiled and paged Met up to the front.

"Awesome! I need to grab my bag from the room where we were talking. So, excuse me." She says as she walks back to the room.

The lady nodded and collected the paperwork, humming. Met glanced up warily when Marrin entered.