He is the image of Green Day and Journey slapped together. He is so thoughtful sometimes and he is very trustworthy, a hard trait to find these days. ...Just to paint a picture I am about 5’5 with long light brown hair and brown eyes. My body isn’t amazing but I have a 36B cup size and a round ass to balance. I weigh about 125 pounds on a good day and am fairly thin for the most part. Back to Anthony! We have been friends since he first started at the company. We hang out after work and grab a. He then checked on the human and began to briskly rub him hoping the friction would warm him up.The human stopped chattering so Graydon let him be and began rummaging through his sack. He removed a closed up tripod with a small attached chain, pulling the legs apart he sat it over the small fire and hung a pot from the chain. He added water from a skin and then some dried herbs and such from his sack. He sat back and stirred the pot's contents and hummed a little song his mother used to hum. "What are you thinking about?" Hallia asked, looking up at him. "Or would you rather I just 'looked'?" Things seem different." How so?" I... I can't put my finger on it. Things just seem more colorful, more open, and yet, muted, as if something inside is trying to get out. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon." You have a butterfly in you?" She teased, then her expression turned serious. "May I 'look'?"Kieron swallowed. It wasn't often that she entered his mind. It wasn't an unpleasant. I have want it to be more like my own fantasy. I adapt the story (create chyoa chapters, review the formatting and maybe in time some alternative choices.) I also adapt it to the norm of age that is used here since the French law is not the same about age. The story was originally published in French on the site histoiresdecheznous2. I don't know who the original writer is and also have no way to contact him, so I can't ask for permission, if he sees this story and wants me to remove it then he.