Re: Miles / Sirius
"So...pro-wrestling." Miles noted, too, the others were watching. Some seemed to be waiting to fight. He cocked his head as one of the yellow ones zapped the fatter one with what looked like electricity. People cheered at the spectacle, and when the other one went down, someone hurried over to check on them. It was alive, whatever it was, just dazed.
Miles wanted to ask more questions, but the people were now starting to move around a bit as the little yellow one hopped up and down in victory, the owner patting it on its. And Miles immediately wondered aloud. "I wonder how you get one."
Because, of course he wanted one of his own. This looked so cool, how could he not? "Do you think they're like pets, or..what?"