“...Please move.”
The colorful, glowing Xero just sat for a moment, staring up at Rhys. It was hard to tell if he was just that shocked, or if it was admiration. Either case was irritating.
“Seriously, this thing is heavy-”“Oh, gosh! Sorry!” The little one rolled and tumbled past Rhys’s legs. The older Xero shakily lowered down, letting the big, metal cylinder groan and creak until it touched down, now resting a...