((im not much of a writer, but i'll use a snippet from a little thing i wrote the other day :P))
Leon wasn't entirely sure how he ended up with babysitting duty. He argued with anyone who'd listen that he was obviously the worst choice for the job. But alas, there he was, saddled with the responsibility of making sure this... thing doesn't do anything stupid.
It was human enough, he supposed. The team that recovered it from the abandoned children's hospital had said so anyway...
…and it was, if you looked at it (her?) from the right angles, sort of cute. From the puppy-ish way it tilted its head up at him in curiosity as he’d driven it back to his apartment (in a car, not his bike, he wasn’t an idiot), to the way it was exploring the living room now, sniffing and poking at the various sundries littering the space. He’d put away his guns and knives somewhere safe when the details of the mission had come in, and the foresight seemed to be coming in handy now.
It—No. No, he was better than that. She was a naturally curious kid, from the looks of it, and probably hadn’t even been anywhere beyond the confines of the cage those damn mad scientists had put her in. The couch cushions sagged underneath him as he took a tired seat, his palm calloused against his cheeks as he dragged a hand over his face. Battle-worn. Blunt. Exhausted.
Why, exactly, had the higher-ups decided that he was the guy for this job, again? Oh, right. Because everyone else was worse.
“Hey, squirt,” he called out to her, gesturing for the little girl to come join him on the couch. “C’mere. We gotta set some ground rules before I can let you loose, alright?”
