[Kirk pretends to think about it for a long moment, tapping his finger to his lips, but eventually relents. Its obvious this kid doesn't get to play often or the right kind of play. He can't help but wonder what kind of fucked up childhood Xenk has, but he says nothing about it right now. It's not like child Xenk understands how fucked up this is.
Finally he nods.]
Okay, you can be the night terror. We're gonna need to get a blanket or something so you can pretend to have wings, got to make you look scary enough to be one.
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[Kirk pretends to think about it for a long moment, tapping his finger to his lips, but eventually relents. Its obvious this kid doesn't get to play often or the right kind of play. He can't help but wonder what kind of fucked up childhood Xenk has, but he says nothing about it right now. It's not like child Xenk understands how fucked up this is.
Finally he nods.]
Okay, you can be the night terror. We're gonna need to get a blanket or something so you can pretend to have wings, got to make you look scary enough to be one.
[Why does it feel darker?]