#brain tired

What if I’ll never be adopted?

As if on cue though she saw a blonde man enter the three’s room.

“These two can read and write. Take your pick.”

He looks about late 20’s to thirties.. Hana knit her brows.

Much like Anya, Hana was also a lab rat. But in her case, hers was more limited. She could only read minds of people she focused on, but in exchange she could use limited telekinesis.

Maybe I can hear his thoughts…Anya’s hearing something…given her expression.

She stared hard at the man to see what she could hear…

Loid stepped into the orphanage office expecting efficiency. In and out. Choose a child who could pass as six, teach her a few manners, attach her to Operation Strix, and get moving.

He did not expect two girls to look at him like he was their savior.

The caretaker pointed lazily. “These two can read and write. Take your pick.”

Loid’s eyes flicked between them.

The small pink-haired one (Anya)was practically vibrating. Eyes wide, hopeful, desperate. The older girl(Hana)stood behind her, posture stiff, gaze lowered, the practiced neutrality of someone who’d been disappointed enough times to stop expecting anything.

The little one fits the profile, he told himself. The older one… too old. Too aware. Complications. So many complications...but then Anya grabbed Hana’s sleeve in a tiny, protective clutch.

Loid paused.

Damn it.

“You two live together?”

Anya nodded vigorously. Loid sighed and stare between them both. He should just take Anya, it would be easier. The way Anya clung to her, though, would be difficult and so:

“…I’ll take both.”

Loid told himself he’d regret this.

He already knew he wouldn’t.