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The two friends wandered into the field, one of them complaining about the bite of the wind, the other giggling at his friend's whiny complaining. The latter, Quirrel, paused to lie down in the grass sighing contently. Tiso, the former friend, laid down beside him with a soft huff.
Quirrel gazed into the sky with an almost child-like wonder. He looked so lost, yet so grounded, staring into the sky as if trying to speak to the stars with thoughts alone. Tiso did not share the same admiration for the stars, but he did enjoy seeing his friend like this.
"Isn't it so pretty...?" Quirrel muttered absentmindedly, voice slightly breathless. Before Tiso could respond, the other added- "I mean it's just so fascinating! An infinite realm of nothing but stars and meteors and other celestial bodies-"
A small pause emerged, his expression becoming slightly solemn. “...It reminds me of my teacher." Tiso grunted; of course he would be thinking about that right now. Quirrel sighed, this time slightly heavier and filled with nostalgia and regret, then continued.
“That was her favorite constellation there, Pisces- she loved sea creatures." He pointed to a grouping of stars in the deep, inky sky- Tiso couldn't recognize a single one. He nodded anyway.
"...It's a pretty sight." Tiso added, voice small and slightly gruff. He wanted to add something to the conversation.
"It is... I'm glad to spend it with you." Quirrel responded, the melancholy tone lifting from his voice. Tiso felt the former's hand gripping his own. He huffed, but eventually responded, much softer than usual;
"...me, too."