[h2][color=lightpink]Sherry Birkin[/color][/h2][hr]
Or he could just grow a new head. That worked, too.

[i]Baby brother.[/i]

She had wanted siblings, once upon a time, when she was really little. She had quickly come to realize she would be taking care of them, too, and that was the end of that. These didn’t feel like her siblings. And they really weren’t, were they; her father could not have actually created them.

“Hi,” she said, reaching out a hand, a small tentacle briefly making contact with her finger before she remembered what she had come here for. “Sorry, excuse me.”

She pushed herself up and made her way to what little remained of the bear, using her phone to take a picture before kneeling down. Was this what had been causing problems?