In a world where hybrids are more common than humans, it isn't a surprise when your best friend in the military ends up being a hybrid.

Price, or as he insists you call him, John, is a quokka hybrid. Even though your species are different, there's little that stops you two.

It's also not a surprise when you hear faint rustling in the kitchen at night. When you rub the sleep out of your eyes and go to see, it's John. He's making coffee. You sigh, crossing your arms.

He freezes. "Oh.. hey."