In which Davijaan puts his foot kinda in his mouth...

~SNIPPET~

“Ah, yeah. Sure. They’re by the armor paints. I’ll show you.” Davijaan slowly gestured with his hand and escorted her to the aisle he had been restocking. “What kind of small brush were you thinking of?”

“A detailer,” Tilly said. “To paint leaves and filigree.”

“Wizard. I’ve got just the thing for you.” There was a hint of red along the round outer curves of his human ears that Tilly could see despite being much shorter. Which was just as cute as him saying 'wizard'. He turned toward the hooks that held individual brushes. “I’ve got a few sizes too depending on how thick you want it.” The part-time pilot let out a small noise like a dying animal.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!”

~~END SNIPPET~~

Hallo, would you like some emotion in the Tilly's Baby Clone Acquisition fic? With our boy Odd Ball?

I may have made myself cry a little writing it, ngl

Description

A neurotic, reformed mad scientist must come out of hiding when he learns that his research has been stolen and exploited by a militant group of religious fanatics.

Luck is the only reason why Danilo survives a chance encounter with just one of the group's abominations. Danilo knows what his research is capable of. He has prepared for it. But what if someone a bit more creative than him has control of the reigns?

Enter his family of bakers and their cat, a sassy android, and a hot mess armor suit detective.

With the promise of carbs and his found family, Danilo should be able to do just about anything.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bearing the gifts that my brothers gave

I am the dream and the hope of the slaves

I rise

I rise

I RISE