'Before we do this, I just want to ask you one more time: Are you absolutely sure you want to do this now? Because if you're still not ready, we can wait longer. There's nothing to say we need to do this as soon as possible.'
'No, I wanna do it now. I'm ready to be a dad. It's not like we're still 18 and just moving into adulthood. We're a married couple.'
'I know, but 25 is still young too. I'm fine with doing this at 27, or even 30.'
'I mean it. Honest. Besides, I don't wanna make you wait any longer. I know you're really eager.'
'Aww. I just don't want you to feel pressured into doing it too soon because of me.'
'That's why I've given it a lot of thought recently. I'm doing it for the right reasons, not just because of you. Seeing Heath with Nix helped too. He's just so happy with parenthood... I'd like to do the same.'
'What about the band?'
'Obviously we're gonna have to neglect it for a while again. But that's fine.'
'Well, I can look after the baby while you're playing. I was thinking more if you happen to get any big opportunities, anything that might require you going on tour-'
'Not likely, Raya. Thanks for the concern though. Anyway, I'll call this guy.'
'Ah, thanks. I'm not a big fan of talking on the phone.'
'That's why I offered, darling.'
'Hello?'
'Hi, is that Saeran Exner?'
'Yup, speaking.'
'Good. I was given your number by my sister-in-law recently. She said you run a kind of adoption agency...?'
'Yup, for lule babies. If you're calling, you must have some familiarity with lule?'
'Not much, admittedly. Just that they're plant people. If you don't mind explaining, we'd like to learn a bit more about it.'
'Okay, well that's the gist of it. Lule in their own environment tend to live quite natural, tribal lives. Hunting for food, making their own furniture, clothes and stuff, that kind of thing. There's also a culture of violence, but that can be kind of trained out, so to speak. Like a dog.'
'Sssaysss the werewolf.'
'At least neither lule or werewolves poop on the floor and wait for someone to step in it.'
'...Client call, Sssaeran.'
'Oh. Yeah. Don't mind me.'
'That's good. So what, a lule that's raised over here isn't necessarily violent?'
'Yeah. There's no reason why a lule can't acclimatise to a more law abiding lifestyle, though how difficult it is differs from adult to adult. In babbies though, raising 'em as a human shouldn't really be that different to raising a non-lule babby, apart from biological differences. Oh, though lule kids do tend to express an interest in hunting around puberty-ish, maybe earlier. If you'd like, we could arrange a meeting? My wife's a lule so you could ask her for her perspective on this stuff.'
'Sounds great. I guess we'll need to make a trip over to Midnight Hollow?'
'If it's not too inconvenient. Blood Dancer's hours are pretty flexible, but mine are controlled by a sexy cyborg dictator. Plus two kids to juggle.'
'Not a problem. Well, working hours aren't a problem for my wife, but mine vary. You'll have to let me know so I can definitely take the time off.'
'Some time at the weekend? I can escape the freak factory at weekends. How's next weekend sound?'
'Next weekend?'
'That's fine.'
'Yeah, we can do that. Your place, I presume?'
'Yeah, unless you'd prefer to meet somewhere more public? We're not serial killers, promise.'
'No, yours is good. To be honest, we'd rather not go into town. Risks running into someone unpleasant.'
'Okie dokie. It's 90 True Terrace.'
'Thanks, man. Looking forward to it.'
'No problem! What time'd do you?'
'Afternoon? Gives us time to make it up there.'
'Great, see you then! Oh and so you know, I'm a cute ginger werewolf -'
'- Modessst too.'
'And my wife's bright green with pink hair. And a sarcastic attitude.'
'Good to know. We're young. Mid twenties. Been married one year now.'
'Aw nice. Well cool, see you at the weekend then!'
'See you then!'
'Bye!'
'"Freak factory"?'
'How else would you describe ORTOS?'
'Poor Isssaiah.'
'Well obviously I don't mean my widdle wizzly cuz! Just Captain Manchild and Miles "I Banged a Demon 'Til My Brains Fell Out" Atwood.'
'...Blood Dancccer sseriousssly hopesss you wouldn't sssay that to hisss faccce.'
'Hell no, I'd like my internal organs to remain internal.'
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