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Five months. That was how long it had taken him to be stable enough to come up to your office with you. Kamuss was your most prized possession and you didn't want to overwhelm him; what most would consider an abomination of mixed-matched parts and skin tones. He was beautiful, and no one could tell you otherwise. He was yours, and you loved him more than anything else, a deep sense of pride filling you whenever you looked at him. He was sleeping on your feet as he tended to do, even though he was far from a reasonable size to do so. As you filled prescriptions for patients, the door's bell rang as a new patient walked in, your troll by your feet jarring awake at the sound, but you kept him restrained. "Hello! Is there anything you need assistance with today?"