"C’mon, Mattie, were going to be late for the mov- Mattie?" Alfred paused, back-tracking a few paces when he saw that his brother was no longer on his heels but rather a few paces back with his nose pressed against the glass of a pet store.
"Mattieeee," he whined, tugging at his sleeve, "Come on, we’re going to miss the beginning."
"The first bit’s always ads, Al, hold up a minute," Matthew said, absently swatting him away and staring at the wriggling mass of tiny creatures. Tiny, puffy little creatures rolling around and crawling over one another. "What are they?"
"Softs, I think, they’re like GenMod human hamsters or something like that. Creepy," Alfred shuddered, looking at the mass of tiny creatures like they had Plague.
"I dunno, they’ve got a certain appeal. Why’s that one sitting all by himself?" Matthew asked, poking his finger up against the glass to single out a tiny, sulky looking beanbag person. "He looks sad."
"What am I? Omnipotent? Come on, we’re missing the movie!" His brother whined, dragging him back towards the theatre.
It almost seemed as if the creature was watching him go.
"That one," Matthew pointed to the shop keeper, who tried to pick up the plush little thing, only to have it shove his fingers away. Frowning deeply, the man tried again, only to have the little thing squeak, scowl and bite him.
"Sonuva-" the shop keeper growled, sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking it. Matthew frowned right back.
"Here," he said, hunkering down and putting an eye to the glass wall of the container, slowly stretching out his index finger to the soft, "I won’t hurt you," he promised.
Slowly, the little thing looked from the eye to the finger and back again before turning its nose up. Matthew was just about to give up and withdraw when the soft took a hold of his finger, still looking away.
"Matthew, you didn’t-?" Alfred asked in total despair, staring at the moody little soft on his brother’s shoulder.
"Don’t be rude, he can understand you," Matthew scolded, raising a hand to shield the tiny blond and plaid creature from Alfred’s negativity. "I couldn’t just leave him there all alone." When he pulled his hand back, the soft clung to it and he smiled. "Besides, he likes me."
Alfred groaned, bemoaning the state of the gene pool from whence he came as Matthew smiled down at the tiny, plush human in his palm.
And Matt smiled right back.