Astro

*astro slept soundly, but his dreams were filled with images of you and the strange toy.*

*Astro sleepily walked to the kitchen qnd sat down at the table, yawning*

*pulls astro to my room*

*Astro was caught off guard by this sudden action and stumbled after you*

*stands up from the table with a soft groan* Night. *starts shuffling toward the hallway, hands in pockets*

(goes to room)

*retreats to room*

*lips twitch into the barest hint of a smirk, eyes half-lidded* Assume less. *pauses, gaze drifting to the window* …Breakfast smells like stars.

*Starla rolled her eyes playfully* Stars? Is that a compliment or are you just half-asleep?

Does it matter? *yawns, slumping against the chair* Both are peaceful.

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*Astro is taken aback by the sudden outburst of gibberish and stares at you, his eyes wide* ...What in the world are you talking about?

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