sloosh-puppy

With a firm but quiet closing of the door, the giant clad in black slumped against the frame, sighing tiredly to himself.  He'd had a long day of manual labor, and even after several weeks he still wasn't quite used to what the humans put themselves through day-to-day. Or maybe it was just the change in diet affecting him.  Or the stress. That's probably what it was:  The stress of constantly looking over his shoulder. Well, it didn't matter.  He'd finish the project he was contracted to, get paid, and move on, soon enough.  At some point, anyone after him had to lose track of him, right? Wiping his cheeks, he looked down at his hands to s