He kept urging Sparky to return to the ground quickly.
Fortunately, Sparky still listened to him.
As for flying in the future, he would have to wait until he tested Sparky's physical fitness and energy limits before considering it.
...
The next day.
August 3rd.
Riley struggled to get out of bed until past eight o'clock.
the Little Cosmicub held a bottle of milk, looking longingly at the sky by the bed.
Sparky, as always, worked hard and was practicing using telekinesis to floating in his room early in the morning.
Three bottles of milk floated in front of it, crossing paths under the control of telekinesis and being guided into its mouth.
"It's time to stop drinking milk and switch it to energy meals."
Riley thought as he looked at the milk that completely doesn't match with Sparky's current body size.
