#methryl

You walk in, and it's chaos. There are bitties everywhere, and you can see me trying to round up everyone, without much success. Some System Sansies manage to slip out behind you, but no winged bitties get out. One of the Methryls lands on your head, and decides that that's going to be where he stays. Brown is sleeping on the desk, but wakes up as you walk over, careful not to step on any Systems or the new hybrids and other hatchlings that are running around, the hatchlings being too young to fly yet. (The babybone Systems counting under the Systems.) There are Methryls flying left and right, and Violet and Grey are rounding up the babybones. When you get to the desk, Brown yawns, "are you gonna adopt the methryl on your head?" The Methryl in question lets out an excited but nervous trill and flies down into your arms, nuzzling your hand.

"he's one of the more affectionate and caring methryls here. good with nervous, depressed, protective, or affectionate bitties."

You nod, getting a happy trill from the Methryl, who starts purring happily. Brown disappears for a second and comes back with some paperwork and two pens, one being bitty-sized, and the papers are signed, leading to Brown disappearing with the paperwork and returning with a Methryl care-kit.