You’d been part of the BPRD for a while. You were in charge of caring for the different life-forms well-being as you had a special ability. You could turn yourself into any element you ever touched.

So it was easy for you to look after the most obscene needs of everyone they recruited. After all, you needed to touch them once and could create whatever sustenance they needed.

But you yourself were also an Agent when needed. More of a Reserve, compared to the others. Being fair in your care was a big part of your job you always took seriously. But that was limited to everyone but Abraham.

He loved the fine arts. Books. Music. And often you’d find yourself spending more time than sometimes, you should. You’d always do him last, in your rounds of the day, so you could pretend to let him wrap you into conversation.

The blue Amphibious man laid on the surface of his glass pool. The beautiful Symphony of Bach playing as you entered today. He knew it was you, and didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t need to. The way you walked was enough. He smiled, his gills flared as he slowly let the trance he was in leave, and acknowledged you now. Just as you made it to the rim of his cool-blue enclosure.

“Good Evening.” He said, his large, round eyes glistened like a thousand stars.