Sara slid her phone into her pocket and walked across the room. Jordan for his part was still trying to process everything. In a matter of hours, he went from thinking he could return back to his new life to now being thrust into this new reality where this teenage titan had been made his caretaker by her mom and seemingly legally too. As she approached her desk Jordan felt the familiar tilt of her hand. He tried to grasp onto a finger or anything, but he started the already to familiar slide down her hand.
“I have my stream tonight. I will keep my door closed to keep Mocha out for you. So, you can hang out here or in your room.” Sara stated matter of factly as Jordan spilled out onto her desk as she quickly moved about the room getting her equipment set up.
“Stream? What are you talking about? You can’t stream right now. I need help.” Jordan said with a sigh. He didn’t like how he was already being assimilated into her life. He would need to talk to Tiffany about this.
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