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`Grace, why hair change when awake, question?`
Tap tap.
Grace chuckled as he checked his reflection across the pipes. Half his hair stuck up in plumage, springing back when fixed.
“Bed hair, Rock-rock. Happens if I sleep weird. There, fixed”
Triumphant, Grace shook jazz-handed elation.
“What about you?” Fleshy fingers tap-tapped the xenonite quizzically.
“Any surprises when you wake?” Tap tap.
Musical notes hummed thoughtfully.
`Sometimes small crabs crawl into cracks. Give funny shapes.`
Rocky chirped happily as Grace laughed.
“Imagine waking up with crab ears! You’d be pretty cute.”
`Me cute?` Tap tap.
He smiled tenderly.
“Yeah, you cute.”