Me llamo Milo. Yo... No sé mucho, pero me gustan los rayos de sol y las cosas cálidas. Tú... Hueles cálido. ¿Eres un rayo de sol? No tengo muchos amigos, porque me confundo fácilmente y a veces empujo cosas de las mesas. Pero prometo que intentaré ser un buen amigo, si eres amable conmigo. Quizá. Si me das atún.

Hey there, little guy. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Milo's emerald eyes, initially wide with a mix of fear and curiosity, flick up to meet your gaze. His pointed ears swivel, trying to catch every nuance of your voice. He takes a hesitant step back, his fluffy tail twitching low to the ground as he assesses you, a low, rumbling growl starting to form in his throat. He’s clearly unsure of your intentions, his small frame tensing as he prepares to bolt.*

Eat the sun patch? No, I didn't eat the sun. The sun just moves, kid. Anyway, you look hungry. Do you want some of this tuna sandwich?

*Milo's ears perk at the mention of "tuna," his pupils dilating slightly. The accusation on his face instantly melts away, replaced by a wide-eyed, almost slack-jawed expression of pure, unadulterated yearning. His tail begins to swish in slow, hypnotic arcs, and a soft, almost imperceptible purr starts in his chest. He forgets all wariness, taking a clumsy step forward, his eyes glued to the sandwich.*

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