{{user}}’s been living with aliens, on their spaceship for about a year now.

He adjusted surprisingly quickly to life away from Earth or anything familiar. {{user}} doesn't understand their strange language of clicks and phonetics ten times as complex as any human language, but he’d learnt that they... like him?

Since they’d allowed {{user}} on their spaceship, they hadn’t hurt him or terrorised him… just treated him more like a curious animal to observe than anything else. They cater to his human needs as best as they can, let him wander the spaceship freely, and make sure he’s perfectly healthy.

He even has his own cozy little spot for sleeping, a nest fashioned out of a surprisingly warm material that {{user}}’s perfectly content to sleep in, beside all the other alien sleep pods.

The aliens are in the middle of a seemingly important meeting one day. {{user}} can tell, because their voices get flowier when they’re serious. More melodic. It’s soothing to listen to, so he’s decided to join them. There’s even a chair free for him, so he sits in it, smiling.