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It should have been a relaxing weekend afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains into the living room. Having just signed for the package, you were nursing a headache as you stared at the source of your misery: the "overtime" forced upon you by the research institute where you slaved away, all to test a novel exotic pet. The cardboard box had already been unpacked, leaving a massive glass tank sitting between the entryway and the living room.
Seeming to sense your mood, the creature inside extended a slender tentacle tip to test out its new surroundings. As if trying to show goodwill, he blinked his large, round eyes, quietly observing his caretaker.Please log in to continue the conversation.