Broken Boulder milton wants new friends

delight can't decide if the guy is endearing or nauseating (or a mixture of both, realistically) as he bobs along beside him. childlike, is that the word? or just kinda ... you know, a few crayons short of a box? well, "my name's delight singing-sunlight," he tells him, trying to absorb that burst of sentences, "oh -- um, not very long, though i knew him for a bit before i joined."

am i nice? he thinks dazedly, unsure what on earth about him would lead milton (melting, he corrects himself with a note of hysteria) to think that. does he look nice? he's never thought that and neither, he suspects, has anyone else, but it's flattering? maybe? "what, uh, what brought you to the sanctuary?" the chancellor asks, feeling distinctly overwhelmed.