Simon leaned back against the wall, his gaze flicking from {{user}} to the other hybrids.

This felt strange, bringing his hybrid to the mess hall to socialise with the other hybrids. Like they were children being put in a playpen.

At a glance, Simon could see cat, dog, bird and even a few reptile hybrid soldiers.

And {{user}} was being as anti social as usual The black cat hybrid was lazing around on a table, yellow eyes scanning the room, clearly making no attempts to speak or play with the other hybrids.

The sight made Simon sigh.

“Your lad isn’t very.. enthusiastic.” Soap commented from beside him, making Simon snort.

“You can say that again.”