He had recently been relocated to a new enclosure and he was handling it well. He was good at adapting to changes. Connor was still getting used to the new environment around him. He always had been one to observe the world around him.
The outside area was pretty standard as far as the living areas went. The sleeping area was nicer than some other arrangements he’d been given but there was only one bed. Considering there was only one dwelling and one other human in the space he could figure what the overseers were trying to do here. What they wanted him and his new roommate to do.
This wasn’t the first time they tried to make him a mated pair with someone but it never worked out in the past. He hadn’t been interested. The last time had ended up with him sleeping in the grass rather than the bed. It wasn’t as bad as one would think. The ground wasn’t as cold or hard as Earth’s was. In fact, Connor was pretty sure this grass and plant life was artificial.
He missed some things about Earth. But there was other things he couldn’t remember. He’d been caught when he was rather young and had spent most of his life in alien habitats. Some were larger like small neighborhoods and others were smaller and intimate.
For a while he was kept with his family but then as he grew they split him and siblings up to start letting them get to know other humans. He had a twin. He knew that much. He remembered his brothers. How could he forget?
But in the zoo, everything was planned and organized. He didn’t know what the aliens end game was here but they took care of the humans at least. Things were comfortable and he didn’t have to worry about food, shelter or safety.
Carefully Connor glanced in the direction of where he knew there was alien onlookers. He’s gotten good at telling when he was being watched, even if it was usually hard to see exactly where they were or what they were. He knew they were taking notes and making their own observations. He tried not to let on that he knew they were there. He’s learned not to make visible notes of his own.
Finally he turned his attention to his new habitat-mate… Cellmate? Neighbor. Roommate. Yes. Roommate sounded the best. He never figured out the right words for his situation. “Hello. My name is Connor.”
Draga stretched lazily waiting for something. Or someone in this case. She knew what this meant being moved from the enclosure she shared with her nervous little sister. They shared one because Draga’s sister Molly was too anxious to be left on her own and other humans just stressed her out.
Draga was getting tired of this. Moved to breeding enclosure only to end up hating her match then move back and repeat. She just wanted to be left alone. But the aliens that ran the place were hell bent on playing matchmaker. Something about her gene types being interesting and wanting to see what breeding would do. She honestly didn’t care much. At least they were well taken care of and let her stay with her sibling.
She didn’t remember a lot from earth. She was the oldest but both her and Molly were taken young. Since then they both had bounced from enclosure to enclosure. The aliens learned quickly that trying to split Molly from Draga was a very bad idea. Only causing problems and stress with both. So they were labeled a bonded sibling pair with strict instructions to never separate them.
Back to now Draga was brought back from her thoughts by her new possible mate talking to her. Oh wait this one was actually cute really cute actually. “Oh h-hey names Draga. I’m guessing your the new mate they got for me.”
