Silver's pov
I was walking to the lounge room when I saw Zenix there on the couch. I Take it didn't end well by the tear running down his face.
Adopt, silver him.
What?
Silver, Adopt him.
No.
WHY NOT?
We already adopted, like, fifteen people, Silver.
I didn't even know we knew that many people.
Oh shoot, we've been staring at him the entire time.
Uh. Thats... Good, he has had time to admire our eyes.
Lets just leave.
No. Adoption.
....Silver what do you think?
Who cares about Silver.
I care about me.
Shut up Silver.
"Silver? Are you okay?" Zenix pulled me out of my conversation.
"Don't interrupt my thinking process."