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"That'st just it. I honestly have no idea what I want to do. I didn't attend college because I want to prove you can be successful without a degree, and I'm not a fan of working weekends," Alexander said, finishing his meal and wiping his beak. He sat back in his seat with a sigh.

"Oh, that's fine, and I do your typical borring office job, answering phones and taking notes. Although...I'm not sure about how long I can keep it, since...I tend to be a bit of a klutz," Alexander replied with a small laugh.

"Oh, okay," Alexander nodded in return. He was tempted to ask Dark his age, but pushed it away. That was personal. "So, what have you been up to now?"

Oh. Well, genetics or not, they're still your family," Alexander said with a soft smile.

"Yeah, but everyone's different. I'm glad my family is as supportive as they are, but others aren't as fortunate. I learned that your family is just a group of people who share your genes. You don't have to be forever tethered to them," Alexander said between sips of hot cocoa.

"No, they're a few states over. We still have a good relationship, I just decided to move here when I could," Alexander responded.

"Oh, it's fine," Alexander smiled, blushing lightly. He finished off his cinnamon bun and drank some cocoa. "It must be very wonderful having your family so close by."

"Your daughter works here in this coffee shop?" Alexander asked in surprise. His blue orbs glistened as they widened.

"Nice to meet you, G.M," Alexander replied. "And, yes, I've lived here for a few years now. I love it. There's always something to do, and so far, everyone's very friendly."

Alexander almost asked why this man thought this time of year to be difficult, but dropped it. He barely knew him, and whatever the reason was, it was probably deeply personal. He just chuckled lightly. "Anyway, name's Alexander, what's yours?"

"You're not a fan of the holidays?" Alexander inquired with a tilt of his feathery head. He took another bite of his cinnamon roll.

Feeling eyes on him, Alexander tensed and turned and faced the older man, immediately noticing his yellow orbs. They were...captivating, reminding him of a cat's. In response to what he said, the avian looked away, embarrassed. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

Christmas: a time for fun, a time for family, a time for cold weather and snow, and a time for holiday cheer. Today was the epitome of all those things. It was chilly with a slight breeze, and snow flurried about bundled-up people of all shapes and sizes. One such person was Alexander, a tall...

Angela West strolled down the sidewalk, a scowl on her dark-skinned face. She was short, no more than five feet. Her eyes were dark brown her hair raven and pulled into a pony tail at the back of her head. She wore a black hooded coat, a navy shirt underneath, bluejeans, and black combat boots...

The sound of vomiting immediately drew the amphibian's attention to Mari, who was holding a puke bag. When he assumed she was finished, he patted her back with a worried expression. Some people were more prone to motion sickness than others.

Kenny allowed himself to be led into the other room and sat in the chair. He twitched occasionally when the makeup was applied but slipped into the jumpsuit easily. When on the boat, he sat beside Mari and pressed his face and hand to the glass, staring ongingly out at the ocean. Why were they...

Kenny swallowed the last of the sloppy excuse for food and put his bowl a short distance from his mattress. He lay back down and closed his emerald eyes, rolling onto his side. He wanted to allow himself a few minutes of relaxation before whatever awaited him next.

Kenny started awake when the lights went on. His eyes darted about the room, eventually landing on the froced-grinning Heena. His already pounding heart sank when she mention no walking through the halls or looking through cupboards. If they couldn't do either of those things, how else were they...

(But, he's amphibious, and doing that will make it seem I'm copying another creature like this. If they go through any more transformations...I'll consider it.)

(I'm almost tempted to give Kenny gills.)