forum An Adoption Story (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Started October 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Sixteen.” Met sighed softly. “Seventeen next week.” He shifted in the seat, trying to sink deeper into the seat.

"Already an adult huh?" Marrin says. Small talk was not his specialty, at all, in any form. "So… What's you favorite color?"

Met paused. No adult had ever called him an adult, nor asked his favorite color. He wasn’t sure what he thought.
“Er… I like teal. And pink.”

"Cool, I'm more a fan of steel grey," Marrin said, preparing another question. "What's your favorite drink? Mine is tea."

“I… I like milk. I haven’t had much more than it, though.” He rubbed his chin a little. “Gray is a nice color.”

"Milk is good, do you like chocolate?" He asks, growing a bit more excited. This kid was perfect!

Met shrugged. “I like chocolate in a physical state, but not a liquid. Well, I could drink it liquid, but we never get it. If we do it goes to the younger kids.”

"I love chocolate! Okay, what about…" He thought for a moment. "What is your favorite candy?" He asks, clapping his hands.

Met shrugged. “I dunno. The last piece of candy I’ve had is when I first came here. A volunteer gave it to me to try and calm me down. I don’t remember what it is.”

Marrin had a strange look on his face. "Then you are in luck! I have a huge sweet tooth so I always have candy on hand!" He pulled out some hard candies and gum from his bag. "Take your pick!"

Met gazed down into the bag. “Er… what do you suggest?” He didn’t want to choose something that he didn’t know about, which was basically the whole bag.

"Well, the peach candies are good and the gum lasts longer." Marrin says as she looks down into the bag too. "The tootsie rolls are really good too."

Met blinked and grabbed a piece of the candy. He unwrapped it slowly and ate the stick of chocolate, chewing awkwardly around the sticky chcolate.

"Do you think it's good?" She asks, looking at him eagerly and popping a peach candy into her mouth. ""If you think it's good, I have a bunch that you can have!"

Met nodded slowly and finally swallowed the candy. “It’s weird, but good.”

"Yay!" Marrin clapped her hands together. "It does have a bit of a strange texture."

Met nodded. “It is weird, but I’d eat another.” He glanced back down into the bag, poking around in it.

"I'll be right back!" Marrin said, getting up and leaving the bag as she walks out the door. She makes her way to the foster desk and smiles widely. "Hi! Can I maybe foster the male named Met?"

(Fostering and adopting are two different things~)

The lady at the counter looked up. “Sure you can. How old is he?”

(I know, I was thinking that people usually foster before adopting… I do that with dogs…//
"Sixteen, almost seventeen!" Marrin informed her, the smile still wide.

The lady hummed softly, typing. “Alright… how long would you like to foster him?”

"Well, I want to know how he reacts to my home and maybe adopt him… So, two months!" Marrin said, all this smiling was hurting her face.

“Two months it is. His things are in his room, and you’ll have to pay a smaller fee than small children, since he is a teenager.”

"That's a-okay! How much is the fee?" Marrin asks, brushing away her bangs.

“It’s about a thousand. Because we charge five hundred a month. Honestly, if it were me, honey, I’d adopt him and keep him for a smaller fee. He hates it here, you can see it in how he acts.”

"What's the fee for adoption?" Marrin asks as she pulls out her wallet and smiles happily. She knew Anie would be happy when she got back.

“The adoption fee for teenagers is two hundred. But I can give you a discount of one-fifty, if you’d like.” She smiled up at him.

"Awesome! Can I please get the discount? What do I need to sign?" Came Marrins barrage of questions.

“Yes you may. The papers are right on here, let me grab you his file, too.” He rose and walked over to a filing cabinet. She pulled out a slim folder and set it down in front of Marrin.
“Here’s his basic information.”

"Okay!" She signs the papers and grabs the folder. She flips it open and reads for a bit "How many times has he been fostered and such?" He asks the women.