Cute | Invaders

You didn’t fight a Puffball. You adopted it.

Mrs. Albright blinked back.

Love me. And in return, I will teach you how to be happy again. Cute Invaders

The creature—barely the size of a tangerine—let out a noise that was not a roar, not a hiss, but a squeak . It was the sound a new sneaker makes on a gym floor, mixed with a kitten’s yawn. Then it wobbled forward on stubby, non-terrestrial legs, fell over, and looked up at her with an expression of utter, heart-melting confusion. You didn’t fight a Puffball