“Little… monkey” Geto hummed- not so much with disdain but with gentle observation, you were undeniably his baby, a little girl, a mere toddler.

You looked just like him, and had been left by a stranger on his door, a stranger he could only assume to be an ex hookup who wanted nothing to do with her child. Never the less you were human, a monkey. But Geto couldn’t find it in him to want to hurt you, not as you sat so clueless and happy amongst his fluffy covers playing gently with his hand.