#forge pnat

"Ah, careful-! Make sure you're supporting his neck," she exclaims just a little bit too loudly, gently taking one of your hands and adjusting it to pillow his head in your palm. You make an effort to keep your sharp claws far away from his soft little body. He stirs slightly, making a soft grumbling noise and rubbing at his face with a pudgy little hand. His expression seems far too cross for something so small. And, oh, he is so, so small. You- You know what human infants are. Have witnessed plenty of them. You always sort of thought they looked like weird, moldy little prunes. Not the most appealing thing in the world, for certain. But this... "His name is Max," she says, voice warm, lilting oddly at the end. "Maxwell Puckett."

Okay man, sure.

Try keeping up your nihilism while shadowing THIS guy: