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Louis fidgited with the hem of his shirt. He didn't like waiting around, especially when he didn't understand why. He flicked his long, thick tail a little and peered over at the woman beside him, trying to take a peek at her notes...even if he couldn't read them, surely there'd be some pretty pictures?


Anne-stella was never late. This was a well known fact to her friends and relatives. So, bursting into the small room, almost ten minutes after the arranged time, hair flyaway and breathing heavily from running, was very unusual for her.

She was almost certain she'd lost her chances right then and there.

"I'm terribly sorry," She gasped, bowing kindly to the woman and child in turn, "I was held up in the most dreadful traffic,"


Louis sniffled and looked over the woman, recoiling away from her in fear. What an odd woman!

Louis shuffled his feet and looked up at Anne shyly, swishing his tail slowly back and forward across the ground. This was the strange woman he was going with? She was odd, and hurried, and...well, he just didn't like it!


Anne-stella, however, thought the young boy looked very sweet, and well-mannered. She moved closer to him slowly, tucking the folder under her arms and kneeling before him, she extended a well-manicured hand to him and smiled kindly.

"Hello, sweet heart," She gushed, eyes sparkling with anticipation already.


Louis looked at her hand incrediously. She wanted to touch him? After only just meeting him? He regarded her, now, as either incredibly stupid, or very kind. Most people were disgusted at the mere thought of touching Louis, let alone offering him their hand.

He took her pointer finger in in tiny and hand shook it gently, recoiling his hand quickly and sticking it in his mouth.

Louis peered back at the Techie nervously. He wasn't sure what to do next, since he'd never really gotten this far. Woman comes in to adopt. Right. Meet her. Okay. Then what? About now, he'd be a quivering lump of fear, and he honestly wasn't that scared this time.


Anne smiled kindly, touching Louis' arm to bring his attention back to her, "Are you okay, honey? Can you talk?" She thought the question was a little silly, and also slightly rude, but it seemed fair enough, as, so far, Louis had not uttered a sound.


Wincing back a little from her touch, Louis nodded slowly, "Mm, I talk..." He whispered, one hand behind his back, the other covering his tiny mouth to further muffle his small voice.

Anne smiled kindly and sat down in front of Louis, motioning for him to do the same. If she was going to get to know this boy, they had to be on the same level, even if this strange rubber flooring wasn't all that comfortable.


Louis plopped unceremoniously onto his bottom, fist still stuffed in his mouth. He swished his tail along the ground for the hell of it, and chewed on his hand, deep blue eyes watching Anne carefully.


Anne took up the folder and flipped it open, skimming her talented eyes down Louis' stats.

Anne flipped through the photos and pages of information. There was so much to know about the boy, and so little time! He was already sitting right in front of her.

Louis arched towards her a little, trying to read what she was reading. Was it an interesting book? He'd never really gotten to read many himself, except a tiny picture book full of animal pop-ups (which had nearly made him pass out with fear when he flicked the book open and a wide-mouthed crocodile had leaped out at him.)

Quite suddenly, Louis pulled his hand out of his mouth and slapped the wet apendage down on the book, pointing to a sentance and asking, "Dat?"


Anne jumped a little in suprise, but smiled kindly, "That's your birthday, honey," she took his hand gently and traced it over the letters and numbers, "See?"

Louis lent forward, getting on his knees to see. He shook his head. The fact that the book appeared upside-down to him seemed to make no difference. "Nosee," He mumbled quietly, having stuck his other hand in his mouth.

Louis hiccuped a little, stuffing both hands in his mouth and watching the file intently, "Was' you read'n?" He asked, peeking over them again.


Anne smiled at him and shut the file slowly, making sure not to startle him, or get any tiny fingers caught in the thick pages. "Just a book about you," She told him gently, showing him the photo clipped to the front.


Louis screwed up his face and poked his tiny tounge out slightly. "Mus' not be very int'rstin'" He mumbled.