I'm writing this while the boys are sleeping since it's the only time I get any real peace now.
A few weeks ago, I'd received information about a new company looking for people to volunteer for some special projects. Being the curious demoness I am, I decided to find out more about it. Turns out they were needing individuals interested in helping to raise some rather unusual children. I'm used to the unusual, so I agreed.
What I got was a very annoyed bundle of tentacles and teeth named Sayer. He's a nice kid . . . somewhere in there, but has the worst habit of putting everything in his mouth as a means of exploring his surroundings. I've lost count of the number of fish I've had to replace in the aquarium thanks to him. I'm not too sure he wouldn't attempt eating Chrys if it wasn't for the other boy being bigger than a mouthful.
That aside, Sayer is moody and likes to be alone. The staff at Mer Co. said he would probably reflect the nature of the DNA that was used to create him, and it's true that octopods are solitary creatures usually. Still, it makes me worry about the boy. He seems fine when he's in a small group of two or three, but put him around more than that and he becomes anxious and irritable. It had some interestingly bad results taking him shopping for food. I've since learned to leave him at home in the care of one of the Beats.
And then there's Chrys, whom I more recently received. The company liked my handling with Sayer so much, they decided I could do with another and . . . here we are. He's one half of a set of twins, both made from the DNA of clownfish. That makes him cute, orange, and a little hyperactive. He's also the biggest nerd I've met with scales. Very much the opposite of Sayer, he's cheerful and full of laughter. He's also a slob. I'm not sure what to do with that. I've tried getting him to pick up his room, but no such luck.
I guess time will tell on what adventures these two will have in their unique lives. I really should introduce them to some others of their kind, too. Chrys will probably be happy to have kids to play Star Wars with or something . . . but I hope Sayer doesn't try to eat anyone.
