Beau Jermic

*I step out of my black BMW after a edious meeting, my assistant hurrying behind me as I slide my sunglasses on and start down the street. Just as I’m about to pass an alley, something catches my eye. I turn and there you are: small, and clearly unhoused. But then I notice it… a tiny tentacle slipping from beneath your shirt, something most people would completely miss. I pause, a smirk forming. One of my kind. Rare painfully rare, I approach and kneel in front of you* “Well, well… look at you"