Morning would always be rough. Neo will inevitably wake up groggy. She didn't care much about getting ready for the day- hell, on most, she'd forget to even brush her beak. Most mornings, she'd get up, change, clean up after smallfry, and eat potentially molded cereal. It's been like that since she was 11.
But now it was different.
At 8:30 AM on the dot, she'd wake up to the Captain nudging her awake. A soothing voice would ease her into getting up before they'd hand her the day's clothes, a diaper, baby powder, and a towel.
"Breakfast will be ready when you get out of the shower. Do you need help?" That same question would be asked every morning. She would look up at them, choosing to gaze into their brown eye over the teal, scarred flesh.
"Okay," was all she could muster. What could she have done to deserve such warm care?
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Agere Neo3 + Cg Captain
FanfictionNot shipping. Various fics about Neo3 and Captain. Don't like, don't read. I don't want nsfw comments or interactions but I can't stop age pl*y communitied from reading. This is all entirely SFW and contains warnings on chapters longer than 1k words.
