#hatched!

      You only closed your eyes for a moment, then the next thing you know there is a loud cracking noise by your side. You'd been scared that the sun would boil the egg, so you'd placed it down by the wall to keep it nice and cool. You never expected it to lean against the stone like it did, or that it would have some affect on it. Now, you are staring at the yellow eyes of a grey creature the size of your frigging head. It's just there, staring at you with those curious eyes.     Neither one of you moves for quite a bit, until finally the little thing tries to jump off of the remains of the egg shell, face planting in the process, which causes you to jump off your chair and kneel down to make sure it didn't hurt its' self.     The critter is in fact, the size of your head. Maybe slightly smaller or even a bit bigger; It's oddly shaped and has tiny limbs from what you can see. It has a visible mouth as well, a sharp looking one. Overall, it doesn't seem dangerous to you at all.  "How...Odd." You say.     At the sound of your voice, it looks up curiously. You stare back at it and can't help but smile. It's so adorable! Why were you nervous in the first place?! Oh right...Family. You would have to explain this... Still, you slowly reach out for it, wanting to pet it. No, not it...He. You're pretty sure it's a he. He regards you for a bit and stares at your hand, then after a bit, he does something very predictable.  CHOMP  "AAAAAAAAUGH!!!!!!"     Lesson number one when caring for a newborn critter. They will probably be hungry so don't offer a finger! ---     After explaining why your finger is bleeding and why there's a weird creature in your grip, your convince your mother to keep it and that you'll have full responsibility over it.  "It's not a big deal mom, I'll feed him, bathe him and clean after his messes. Can't be that hard can it?"     You'll probably regret those words later on, but not right now. The little guy didn't seem to like the taste of your flesh or blood, so that's a relief. Problem is...What does he like? You stand in front of the fridge, offering him everything you can think about. Fruit; veggies; meat; cereal; pasta; fish...Heck you even offered him pistachios. Who could not like pistachios?! Sighing in defeat, you look down at the picky eater and groan. He's looking at you with an annoyed look.  "Well sorry your highness, what would you like to eat?" You ask him.     You didn't exactly expect him to reply, even if it sounds slightly like the gibberish your brother usually speaks.  "Geo....Geeeo...." He squeaks out.     You blink several times and just stare at the hard skinned creature in your arms. For a moment you ponder on what he said. Geo...? As in, earth or rocks?  "Hmm..." You hum while getting up.      You go to the living room and grab a large rounded rock that you picked from the beach to decorate the table. The little guy seems to drool slightly at the sight of it.   "You want a nice juicy rock?"     In a flash, it's gone from your hand. The little being chomping down on it and chewing loudly. Yep, he eats rocks. But what exactly is he?  "Well...Since you know how to speak a little...Maybe you could tell me what you are?" You ask, hoping he doesn't just stare blankly at you.     Unfortunately he does. What could you do about this issue then? Name him something?  "How about I name you?" You ask him.     He nods slightly, so you try thinking up something for him. Something fitting and nice. Maybe something that has to do with his rock eating? Geo...Geoff? No, that sounds a lot like "Get Off" and that's not exactly nice. Maybe a type of rock would sufice like Basalt or Brick or maybe...  "How about, Basanite?"     He looks at you in confusion, not quite recognizing the word. Who could blame him? He hatched 10 minutes ago.    "It's a volcanic rock. I think it sounds really nice and I could even call you Basil for short!"     After the short explanation, he seems rather happy about it. Boy...he really likes rocks. So Basil it is!