#I'm already serve safe certified

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Hi! So I'm writing this story where a cold, calculating Serial Killer-Killer adopts the baby of his last victim (who was a single father). But I'm kind of stuck on what difficulties my main character could face (he's VERY inexperienced when it comes to taking care of kids and he's trying to still do his "job" of hunting killers). Do you have any advice on what problems I could throw his way?

Serial Killer Becomes Adoptive Parent

There's a lot to unpack here...

1) Why does this man decide to adopt the baby? If he's "cold and calculating" it's not likely to be out of affection for the child, a desire to experience the joy of parenting, or a moral concern for the child's welfare. Pretty much all that leaves is self-serving reasons, and someone who becomes a parent entirely for self-serving reasons is going to face different challenges than someone who becomes a parent at least partly for selfless reasons.

2) People can't just point at an orphaned child and say "I adopt you," and off they go on their merry way together. The only way that could happen is if he kidnaps the baby after committing the crime, and takes it home to raise it in secret. Otherwise, the baby would presumably be found by whoever discovers the crime scene, taken into police custody and then custody of Child Protective Services. CPS would look for the victim's next of kin to find someone to take the baby. If no one could be found, the baby would go into the foster care system and eventually be adopted by certified parents who are already working with the system and are waiting to adopt a baby.

3) That said, the only way he could officially adopt the baby would be if none of the victim's family or friends came forward and the serial killer was able to successfully falsify records and pretend to be a close relative of the victim. In that case, if CPS evaluated him and felt that he was a safe and qualified person to take the child in, then they'd probably release the baby to him and put him on the path to adopting it (which is a lengthy and involved legal process.) So, at that point, I think you'd need to consider whether or not this "cold and calculating" serial killer could appear to be a loving, responsible, and capable parent with the means to adequately provide for the child financially.

4) Assuming that the serial killer kidnaps the child from the crime scene, before it's discovered by anyone else, the challenges he'd face in raising this child would be much greater than simply being inexperienced...

Does this man have friends, family, co-workers, neighbors, or service people that he interacts with even occasionally? If so, how will he explain the sudden appearance of this child?

The discovery of a murdered man whose baby has gone missing is going to be big news, and that baby's photo and details will be splayed across television screens, billboards, and social media feeds probably nationwide. That will make things mighty difficult for the serial killer when he suddenly has a baby in his care, especially when that baby's face is currently big news. How is that going to work?

Required immunizations, doctor and hospital visits, daycare, and school are just some of the things that will be tricky for the man to obtain for the baby without a birth certificate or other official government documents. These can be faked, certainly, but every use of fake documents puts the man at risk of being found out. And if he's found to be in possession of a child who was kidnapped from his parent's murder scene, it's a short leap for the police to realize the man is actually the killer.

5) Assuming you can figure out a way around all of that, or if you simply want the child in his care for some amount of time before he's discovered, here are some general "inexperienced parent" issues he might come up against:

Sleep Disruption - babies and small children rarely sleep through the night and to a decent hour of morning. They tend to wake up (babies will cry) multiple times throughout the night, and are often awake for the day as early as four or five a.m. This can be challenging for anyone who suddenly finds themselves taking care of a child.

Feeding Issues - babies and small children require a lot of nutrition, but sometimes feeding them properly can be a struggle. They may not want to eat or may not eat the amount they're supposed to. They can be picky, entirely refusing some foods. They can also be very messy eaters, requiring clothing changes, baths, and massive clean-up efforts after some meals.

Crankiness & Tantrums - Sometimes babies and small children scream and cry incessantly. They might be tired (but unwilling or unable to sleep), hungry, gassy, in pain, frustrated, need a diaper change, or not feeling well. Sometimes, even if you try everything you can to address and relieve potential issues, they just want to scream. This can be very frustrating, even for experienced parents.

Parental Exhaustion - Babies and small children are a lot of effort. Not only are you probably beginning your day on a sleep deficit, you're going to spend your day changing diapers (8-12 changes per day for 0-1 year olds), preparing and feeding meals (several times per day), bathing/cleaning up, soothing when crying or tantruming, playing with them/interacting with them (making sure baby gets "tummy time" and crawling/walking practice), taking them outside/going for walks, cleaning up after them... It may be rewarding for people who want a child, but it's still mentally and physically exhausting, especially without help. And, given this man's situation (and all the things addressed in #4), is it likely he would have any help?

Aging - This is a long-term one, but something to consider depending on the timeline of your story. Babies grow up, and eventually they need companions, need to go to school, require medical care, and start asking hard questions like "who is my mom" or "why don't I look like you?" What will the man do when this happens?

Hopefully that gets the ball rolling in the right direction for you! Good luck with your story!

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4. Is this a date or what?

Solana

This morning I woke up around nine o'clock and stayed in bed for a while. Oscar wasn't coming until 12:30 and currently it's only 10.

I got out bed with a heavy sigh, and walked to my closet looking for an outfit. I wanted to look good but not like I'm trying too hard. However, I don't want to look like I didn't try. I decided on a cropped thin strapped tank top with ripped jeans and a light flannel shirt. I looked in the mirror and paused thinking about the weather. I checked my phone and it said 85 degrees. I went to change my outfit, but took a picture first. I ended up trying on three different outfits, took pictures of them, and then sent them to the group chat before hopping in the shower.

Real Hot Girl Shit 🤪

Hot Girl Lana

Which one 😭

Read 10:15

Hot Girl Brae

The first one is really cute but so is the third one 😗

Sent 10:18

Hot Girl Ziy

Where are you going 🤔

Sent 10:20

Hot Girl Lana

Out with Oscar 😬

Read 10:50

Hot Girl Brae

Hot Girl Ziy

Hot Girl Brae

Hot Girl Lana

Ok it is not that serious 🙄

Read 10:58

Hot Girl Ziy

Actually it is

Read 11:05

Go with fit 3 bitch

Read 11:05

Hot Girl Lana

Thanks 😊

Read 11:08

I promise to tell y'all everything later

Read 11:10

After punching the air a few times I got dressed and put some mousse on my braids to lay down any flyaways. I didn't do any special makeup just my eyebrows, some lashes and some lip gloss. I walked out of my room to see Jamal sitting at the table eating cereal.

"Where are you going? Did you put sunscreen on because last time you didn't you got burned and then you cried and had me rub aloe all over you and I don't want to do that again." He got up to put his bowl in the sick and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Yes Jamal, damn." I walked around him to the fridge to grab a water.

"Where are you going?" He continued watching me from the counter.

"Out." I sat on the couch and turned the tv on. Reruns of love and hip hop were on so I decided to just watched that until it was time to go.

"Where?" I sighed and threw my head back on the couch.

"What is this? And interrogation?" I tossed the remote on the coffee table in front of me. "You're not my dad! You always tryna hear something."

Jamal gave me a straight face and I couldn't help but bust out laughing. He did this to himself asking all these damn questions.

"Chill out J." I giggled to myself. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

He rolled his eyes and walked down the hall to his room. I stayed on the couch watching tv for the next hour. I was hungry but decided not eat because I'm pretty sure I'll eat with Oscar.

~

12:30 came and went, Oscar still wasn't here. I waited until 1 o'clock to text him, it's only been thirty minutes but Oscar is very punctual it's sickening. I checked my phone again and seen that my message was left on read.

I twisted my face up and locked my phone. I sunk into the couch thinking that maybe he's busy right now and him leaving me on read is his way of telling me he's still coming.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case, I've sat here for another two hours. I laid down on the couch still watching tv, upset. I heard Jamal come out of his room and into the living room.

"I thought you were going out." He came and sat on my back.

"Yeah me too." I groaned out from under him. "Do you wanna go out? Like to eat or something?"

"Really?" His whole face lit up at my question.

"Yeah," I giggled at him, "why wouldn't I be serious?"

He shrugged his shoulders and got up to put his shoes on. I squint my eyes not believing him then got up myself to put my sandals on.

Before leaving I made Jamal take a picture with me for Snapchat. I captioned it with a red heart and posted it. I grabbed my keys from the key hook and left with Jamal behind me. I waited in the car while he locked the front door and pulled out when he got in the passenger seat.

"Where to brother?" I glanced at him but still kept my eyes on the road. Safety first.

"Let's go to the state fair." I stopped at a red light and looked at him surprised.

"Are you sure because last time you told mom and dad you were going to sue them for child endangerment." I laughed and pulled off to get on the freeway.

"I'm a new man now. I'm stronger," he flexed his arms to show his nonexistent muscles, "I'm taller."

"Right." I nodded at him slowly. "We'll see how much of a 'new man' you are when it's time to get on rides."

For the rest of the drive we sung most of the songs that came on Spotify together. Moments like these are my favorite because as we get older we started to drift apart doing our own thing.

About 45 minutes later we parked and hopped out to get to the ticket booth. It was almost 4 o'clock and the park didn't close until 8 so we had some time. For Christmas last year we were gifted membership passes so we didn't have to pay as much and I'm so thankful for our rich family members.

Looking around the park we tried to decide what we wanted to do first. I haven't eaten yet and I was super hungry, like hungry hungry. I looked around for the food truck that I wanted. They served these really, really good buffalo chicken calzones and then I would just get a bucket of fries from another truck and fried Oreos from another. Be honest, who comes to fairs to ride rides because I don't, I come to eat.

Jamal and I sat at one of the free tables and he watched me eat with a disgusted face.

"You know none of that is good for you and with the pace you're eating at, you're bound to choke." He stopped talking abruptly. "I'm not CPR certified." He whispered to himself.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh come on J, chill out. It's like I have to constantly tell you this. Enjoy and indulge in this while you can because once we go back to school it's back to eating prison food."

"I'm pretty sure school food is better than prison food." I huffed and stopped eating.

"That's not the point." I wiped my mouth with the napkins I grabbed. "My point is, enjoy yourself. You're too uptight to be only 14, that's not good. It gives you grey hair early."

"Fine." He sighed and went to reach for my food but I moved it out of his reach.

"What are you doing? All of these vendors and food trucks, and you want my food?" I looked at him like he had two heads. "Go get your own, loser."

~

We've been at the fair for almost four hours and we've ate and played more games than we can count. So far we've won a huge unicorn, big enough for me to sit on, a huge pillow pet and just a bunch of small and medium sized stuffed animals. Since we weren't ready to go yet, I put all of the prizes in a storage locker until we left.

"You ready to go yet?" I looked at Jamal and he looked like he was ready to pass out, truth be told me too. We've been walking around for hours, bumping into people and vice versa, quite frankly I'm tired of it.

"Yeah, you?" He looked back at me and I nodded back at him.

"Let's get a funnel cake before we go?" We both stood up and walked to find the booth that sold funnel cakes. Eventually we found it and stood in line waiting for the few people in front of us.

From the corner of my eye I could see Jamal fidgeting like he wanted to say something. I could feel him glancing at me but not saying anything so I thought I should say something first.

"What is it J?" I turned to him a little, it was enough to let him know he had my full attention.

"What — I don't — what?" He stuttered out.

I pursed my lips and rocked on the heels of my feet waiting for him to tell me. "I don't believe you. So just tell me or rather, I don't know, ask me like a normal person."

He took a minute and finally asked me. "Who were you going out with today?"

I stared at him in disbelief, "that's what you wanted to ask me?" I snorted out a laugh. "I thought you were gonna ask for money 'cause you're in trouble or something. Jeez, J."

He huffed and moved up ordering the funnel cakes for us. I had a feeling he already knew the answer so I didn't bother answering it.

"Are you gonna answer me?" He handed me my cake and we started walking to the front of the fair to grab our things and leave.

"No." I led some guys willing to carry all of the prizes to my car. "I'm pretty sure you already know the answer so...you tell me." I put one hand on my hip while the other held the rest of my cake.

Once the guys were done I tipped them and got in the car. We had a long drive back home because of traffic and it's dark out and people don't know how to fucking drive.

"How did that even happen? Why him of all people?"

To be honest I don't even know myself. Yeah I had a crush on him and yeah he's attractive, very attractive whew. But, the lifestyle he lives is very dangerous, he's older than me, which isn't really a problem I'm eighteen, and he's not really someone my dad would want me to bring home.

"I don't know." I pulled onto the freeway. "It's a long story I guess."

"We got time."

~

We finally arrived home after I spilled my guts about my feelings for Oscar. Surprisingly Jamal didn't say anything about how I felt, because we all know he always has something smart to say.

"I know you're older and you're supposed to look out for me but, you're my only sibling," he took my hand in his, "and I just want you to be safe."

I nodded and squeezed his hand. "Of course. Always."

He nodded back at me and got out the car making his way into the house. My parents were home, I could see their bedroom light on.

I sat in the car for a little while longer not ready to get out yet. My phone went off in the cup holder telling me I had a text message. I looked at it and seen a picture from Braelyn. In the picture it was Oscar, who looked way too high to function, and a girl sitting on his lap. The picture was screenshot from Instagram and it was captioned "Mine 🤪".

I couldn't help but laugh, out of both humor and stupidity. I text back the group chat, "Lmfaooooooo. Bet.", and got out of the car and went inside. I'd get the stuffed animals tomorrow or something, right now I just want to go lay down.

"Hey babygirl." My dad hugged me as I walked in the house. "Jamal told me y'all went to fair. That was nice of you."

"Yeah I thought we should hang before school starts." I kicked my sandals off at the door and grabbed a water from the kitchen. "I'm gonna go to bed, I'm tired.

"Ok, I love you." I repeated it back and went to my room. Today has been a long day.

~

I changed my clothes and then got in bed. I put on Netflix for background noise and check my socials. There wasn't anything special but I watched Jamal's snap and noticed he posted a few pictures of us from the fair.

One picture stood out the most though. It was a picture of me playing the basketball game, I was mid shot with a big smile on my face. It was about 6:30 when it was taken because the sky was a pink-ish orange color and I looked like I was literally glowing. I screenshot it and posted it to my story and locked my phone.

I got another text and seen it was from Oscar. I rolled my eyes and opened it to leave him on read and went back to watching tv. I didn't have time for the tomfoolery, if he didn't want to hang today that's all he had to say instead he stood me up.

"Can I watch tv with you?" I looked up and seen Jamal standing at the door with a disgusted look on his face. "Mom and Dad are...busy and your room is the farthest."

I chuckled and made a space for him on the bed. He climbed in and we watched tv for the next 2 ½ hours. When Jamal got up to leave to his room I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You're my favorite brother."

"I'm you're only brother, Solana."

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[msburgundy]

my first point was that someone's obviously fake service animal (and that wasn't just me assuming, he literally told me it was a service animal right before it tried to bite my dog) was actually aggressive, because you had implied that was a scenario that never happens

i don't get what you mean by "random dogs causing problems for real service animals isn't a problem caused by fakes". i'm specifically talking about bad behavior by fakes interfering with real service dogs. this happens in two ways.

1) the fake service dog does not follow the same standards of conduct as the real service dog and therefore confuses the real service dog by presenting a scenario it is not prepared for (service dogs are obviously not trained to greet another dog in a walmart, they're trained to ignore. which is a lot to ask when someone's fake service dog insists on greeting them)

2) the unacceptable conduct that is NEVER engaged in by real service dogs (approaching, sniffing, jumping, etc) gets attributed to service dogs because someone lied about their dog's qualifications and contributes to overall hostility toward working dogs in public spaces

i don't understand why you think someone has to be hyper-vigilant and distrusting of real service animals in order to identify a fake. all you need is to understand the minimum training standards. if someone has a "service dog" that walks up to me and sniffs my hand without being encouraged to by the handler (and handlers of real service dogs very seldom allow anyone to touch their dogs because it interferes with their training) then i know for certain that that dog is a fake

and the reason it matters is because if the dog isn't passing the bare minimum standards for public access then you know the dog has not been vetted for the more extreme/potentially stressful scenarios and you cannot automatically assume that dog is safe or reliable in a public space. so any space that has not designated itself as dog friendly should have every right to remove the dog

but they CAN'T

because you cannot deny someone access to their service dog for any reason, which is an objectively good thing when the dog is actually up to standard and a disaster when they are not. this is where the restaurant scenario is an issue. a place that serves food should have every right to tell someone to get their dirty animal out, but they CAN'T even though they know for a fact the dog is a fake because it's not meeting the standards of hygiene demanded of a real service dog. even if that dog can't behave and stay in its place, they can't do anything about it.

changing the conversation from whether or not the dog provides a service to whether the dog is certified for public access takes the discrimination aspect out. if any dog in public, for any reason, just needs to show that they are proven safe to be working in public, then it doesn't matter why you have a dog. any real service dog already exceeds this qualification, so no one with a real service dog is hurt by this. but people with poorly trained fakes are either forced to correct behavior to achieve certification or can be kicked out for bringing a potentially unsafe dog in public.

no one benefits from leniency in animal behavior. it's not noble to look the other way on it. it benefits everyone to force the standard to rise.

@captainsvessel

aggression isn't the only type of poor conduct, though someone's "service dog" has tried to attack my dog before (we were in a dog friendly place so it was less of an issue, but it doesn't make it okay)

the bigger problem is that there are stringent standards of behavior that are justifiably demanded of working dogs, and untrained or improperly trained animals do not measure up.

more than that, as a whole we should be demanding much better behavior from our dogs in general, working or not. dog behavior is so poor in the majority of animals that basic etiquette is not even understood anymore

it is not acceptable for your dog to approach someone, or to sniff them, or to jump on them. not without the handler releasing the dog to do so, even if the dog is just a pet.

this dissolution of canine behavior etiquette has also brought about the same issue in how other people act around dogs. people expect any dog they see to come up and say hi to them, so they feel entitled to say hi to and touch any dog.

people do not respect dogs as a tool anymore and it interferes with the work someone's actual service dog is trying to do. also the presence of a poorly trained animal is an even bigger hindrance to real work.

there are also cleanliness standards for service animals that someone with an ESA in a fake vest is neither aware of or nor inclined to follow. and it's not fair to other people to have to eat near your greasy, smelly dog in a restaurant just because you feel like bringing it.

when i say ESA vs "real" service dog, i'm not making that distinction based on the support being provided. i'm distinguishing based on the quality of the dog. i don't care why anyone wants a service dog and i think anyone is entitled to have one, no questions asked, but the dog MUST be suitable for public access or else it is a liability to all involved

[toradontbite]

Tora would ultimately find himself chuckling again, this time, more abruptly and even stranger for him still, loudly; Saskia's switch from digesting the explanation, then the sudden exclamation of the Tigers handiwork, he couldn't help but laugh, coughing slightly from over-exhaling the smoke filling his lungs.

"That's right~ I guard you, you do as your told, simple right?... Quincey decided to get the ball rolling already, so we'll be heading there first.."

When Saskia signed as the bodyguard already knew they would, Tora would diligently place the paper back into his pocket, safe and sound, before returning his sights upward, retrieving a set of keys.

"..Oh yeah?"

Unlooping himself from Saskia's side, the demon would stop himself Infront of his favourite bike, unlocking both sets of helmets, handing one specially designed with cat ears to Sass while he set about putting on his own, loosely tying his hair into a bundle to slot inside his helmet with ease.

"All set?"

Seating himself comfortably on Narin, Tora would offer a polite hand to his boyfriend, assisting that plush ass onto these cosy leather seats would always be a pleasure. When they were all ready, the tiger would set off on their destination, heading further out of the city, weaving through back alleys when possible to avoid being too out in the open within gang territory, even when it was his own; not to avoid conflict, that wouldn't happen for him, but to avert from talking to people.

Arriving wouldn't take long, a tower of a building they'd find themselves entering, private parking for only a few select folks, with even more guarded of an entrance even for the back.. all things Tora was used to.

"You're here! Guess someone said yes then huh? Saskia, right? Glad you've decided to join the team as our certified lap dog for big bro over here."

"..Fucking dick.. Get to the point, Quince."

"Hey, I'm just being polite-"

"To. The. Point."

With one dramatic eyeroll, the host of this exclusive club would show his still un-shattered eagerness to the new arrival, making sure to give visual check-ins with Tora who was reattaching their helmets, glaring directly into his soul, right before catching up to follow behind, listening as Quince explained minute details of the new position. To say this new job was luxurious was somewhat of an understatement, the room dripped of grandeur, nevermind the few people that were already wandering in it.

"You'll get to spend majority of your time in the private sector of the building, serving some drinks when you feel like it, following what Big bro says and.. yeah that's about the last of it. I'll leave you two to get settled.."

With a taunting wink, right before flinching with Tora threatened to punch him, he left, leaving them alone again at last.

toradontbite​:

Chuckling softly, the bodyguard would shift those hands of his again, one with his digits curling around Saskia’s neck.. the other coiled around the lavender haired twins torso.

“Of course, of course.. but your boyfriend here is gonna make you wait for real fidgeting until you get home, alright?-”

With a light, playful squeeze of his darling lovers neck, Tora would release his grip, moving to take hold of one of the kitties hands, egging for him to follow. A walk and talk was necessary, too many eyes were getting too comfortable watching a display he valued more private.

“.. Y'know that one place you work for, with the Mendivoss or whatever guy..?”

Lighting the cigarette already pride and place in his mouth, the tiger would light it, before looping an arm over his kitty, their still held hands ‘seatbelting’ Sass to Tora’s side as he leaned closer to hush his voice.

“Yeah?- Well.. he’s gone. Long story short, he very much recognised both of us from a party you worked, tried ratting his way into my bosses business through you, bought up property for rival gangs, failed at blackmail bla bla bla… Anyway, it seems I’ve been tasked with watching you from the bastard himself.. so much so–”

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, the tiger pulled a folded piece of paper, handing it to Sass.

“You have a new, permanent job– Your now only job.. as long as you sign there.”

Upon unfolding, Saskia would find a brief, almost joke like document, which.. looked official enough to pass legally- if that was even possible- enrolling the demon kitty under the job title ‘Tora’s thicc ass lap cat’, where his only tasks would be doing as Tora said, when he said it, meanwhile being paid an astoundingly gross amount for essentially fuck all.

“Wh–”

Whatever was next on the kitty’s mind to tumble past his lips was forgotten at Tora’s chuckling; one of the sweetest sounds, kitty appendages twitching to attention. Sass felt he would’ve melted if not for the strong hand that came to have fun around his neck, paired with a little tease. Two reasons to blush like mad with his breath hitched in his throat.

“H-Hh..”

Was Tora allowed to do that?? Just be inconceivably sexy, doing things that’d bring his lover to his knees if he wasn’t being held up like an actual kitten. And the promise of more to enjoy at home didn’t exactly calm Saskia’s heart. Would he even be able to focus during the following walk and talk? At the very least, the flushed deity could grip back at the hand that led him to their more private destination.

Actually, this position drew his focus to something different. Specifically, Tora’s clothes. Before, the kitten would claim to be the sluttier dresser, but the trophy would be awarded to his boyfriend on this day. The demon who made the chains fastening torn pants to nude hips– again, his boyfriend– was certainly playing at the art of tease. He wanted Sass to stare, right? To want to touch?

Blinking a few times to remove some of the heavy haze in his mind, Saskia did recognize the name just mentioned. The shady one, right? He kept his own voice hushed, as well.

“Mendiv– Yeah, that guy…”

Such a short time granted to focus, what with the bodyguard lighting his cigarette and leaning in, pressing the both of them comfortably against one another. It was to better whisper, sure, but there was still there was still a pleasant jolt of warmth through his system looking back to Tora’s attire. Even with the subject matter that left him pouting, he was so delicious to look at. 

“I was…being used? To get to you…– To your boss, but still.”

Sassy really wasn’t fully informed of the situation the whole time, was he? Relief was the only thing to be felt, learning the man was already taken care of, and more importantly that Tora’s security wasn’t at all in jeopardy. A smug smile crept onto Saskia’s face as he leaned more into the muscled tigerhound.

“Well… I guess he got the trouble he was looking for, tryin’ to fuck with the dude you work for. So, that means I won’t see him again, huh..? I’m out of that job. Just fuckin’ as well, cash registers aren’t my sty–”

Something Tora said suddenly registered, leaving Saskia meeting the hound’s gaze, gawking before he was giggling, bouncing excitedly on his toes with each step forward.

“Hang the fuck on~! You get to watch me~?? You, sexy, demon motherfucker, are bodyguarding….me?”

He accepted the paper given with a wide grin, chuckling as he opened and read it over. Was this real? However it was interpreted– having a bodyguard, being marked untouchable as his assignment, or being a gangster’s pet– Saskia couldn’t believe this turn of events. His luck. Or…maybe just Tora?

He never did like the amount of jobs Saskia worked, right?

‘Was Tora…looking out for me?’

Almost distracted by the rising heat in his cheeks and the drum of his heart, Tora’s official thicc ass lap cat couldn’t conjure a pen to sign fast enough. Extra neat and clear handwriting.

“Y’know… I wouldn’t even mind being..a little more obedient for you.”