Saffy - how my writing's going these days

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I kinda only became active because of GriffTopia but that's no excuse to not show you how great my writing's been getting!! Here. "Its code name is Olivebranch. SG-9161." Saffy popped her bubble gum and leaned forward to examine the picture. Weird. For something so alien, it looked more human than Saffy. Normal skin. Normal hair. Normal eyes. It even had the correct facial structure for a human, although its expression was a bit unnerving. "Olivebranch?" "Bringer of peace. This thing's just… the more unique approach." "Ooo." Saffy began another bubble. "It's your new co-host. Your little sibling, I guess." "And I'm meeting it two weeks from now?" "Yeah." "Lit." ~ That whole conversation was all the true context Saffy had been given before the thing was taken into her greenroom two weeks later. Saffy was sprawled out on her beanbag, reading that Eragon book. She was just thinking of taking a nap when the door began to roll open. Marco stepped through them first. "Special Unit Seraphim-828, your co-host is here for the supervised visit." "Oh!" Saffy sat up. "Thanks, Marco. Yeah. I'm ready." It looked so ordinary, still, but it was flanked by two guards. Its red hair was better than it was in the picture. It still held that vacant expression that it had held in the photo, though, and it didn't break it even as it stared right into Saffy's eyes, which she knew were unusual and frightening. She grinned. "Hey, kiddo." "Hello, Mx. Seraphim." Its words were quiet. "Oh, you don't have to be formal! Here, come sit over here." The Olive Branch didn't. It tilted its head. "Are we equals?" Saffy looked at Marco, who shook his head. "Not until the end of your induction, and even then, she'll be your mentor. She does outrank you." "[Chill out but ruder- this has been censored], Marco, he can call me Saffy." "828," Marco warned, lifting his uniform jacket slightly to show off the control panel. Saffy must've blanched. "Sorry." "Saffy?" The Olive Branch asked, taking a step forward. Like no one had told it Saffy's nickname. …Well, no, that was plausible. No matter, really. Saffy turned back to it. "Yeah- aw, really, sit down, buddy! The carpet's nice." Saffy patted the floor in front of her. The Olive Branch did sit down this time, and Saffy beamed. "That's it! But yeah, Saffy. It's my media name, technically, I just like it better." "Do I have a media name?" "I… don't think so? Not yet." Saffy shrugged, then something occured to her. She lifted up her box of gum. "Ya like gum?" "I have never had gum." The Olive Branch looked back at the people who were guarding it. "Am I authorized to-" "No." "…Yes, sir." The Olive Branch looked back at Saffy. "I can not try your gum. I am sorry." "…Oh." They both sat there awkwardly for a minute before Saffy spoke up. "Uh, you're a shapeshifter, right?" "Yes." It smiled for the first time. It genuinely looked charming! At least there was that. "Cool! What's that like?" "I think it is normal. Changing shape feels good." It closed its eyes and just… shrunk slightly. Its eyes opened to show up completely black and beady, then leaned forward almost conspiratorially. "This is what I use to scare the researchers," it whispered, grinning. "Whoa."