Fawn sipped the bubbles, smiling as they tickled his nose.
"Ice cream, and when the suns used to set on my planet, painting the sky pretty colours. ...I miss that," he admitted softly. "What makes you happy, Eliot?"
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Fawn sipped the bubbles, smiling as they tickled his nose.
"Ice cream, and when the suns used to set on my planet, painting the sky pretty colours. ...I miss that," he admitted softly. "What makes you happy, Eliot?"