Davy's gaze was drawn to the purple flower, which had just devoured a large chunk of meat in front of him. He didn't find it repulsive; in fact, he thought the flower was adorable. Was his taste downgraded that low?
A transparent mirror separated them from the purple flower, which had become dormant and was no longer moving. He leaned on the shoulders, which wrapped around his shoulders, as they sat on the couch watching the weird plants under the enclosure.
Lyle brushed his hair, the atmosphere so soothing that he nearly closed his eyes. Davy blinked, not allowing himself to fall asleep. Davy whispered, "Can I ask you something?"
"Hm... always," Lyle responded. His fingers continued to play with Davy's hair.
