DragonBlueStar

The problem with loving a trash baby was that it was like having a vampire platypus for a pet. You had to keep an eye on your platypus before it sunk its fangs into an electric cord and became a charred platypoo. Goal had scribbled at her report, working to cover up the weirder parts of the truth. She wanted Rufus to play the part of Cletus perfectly, to ensure they made it to the council. Then she had turned around, Rufus had vanished, and the bed was not made. The open door let in a draft and a stale smell of coffee from the corridor. She walked outside, breathing. While her implant was fixed, Doc had warned her that sudden stress could r