"Maybe... somehow... we can forge a tie?" Technically, he needs to be saving his voice. Jason knows he's been instructed to do so.

His Alien says as much. The competition is right around the corner. Jason was instructed to save his voice. Practice songs daily. Be prepared for any prompt.

But here he is. Hiding with another pet. Hidden beneath sheets in a world that is just their own.

"There'll be a way to forge a tie. Then, maybe, we'll be kicked out..." Jason theorizes. He whispers, tracing along soft skin.

"I want to sing with you. But I... don't want either of us to lose..." Jason is no stranger to loss. When he was just a boy, his Alien found him and his mother. His mother was... gone, but the Alien took pity for his tears.

Jason doesn't like the idea of losing another person.

"...You're quiet. Why?" He mumbles.