The Little Orbit Daycare Center

The Little Orbit Daycare Center looked peaceful from the corridor.

Soft golden lights glowed beyond the curved entrance. Painted moons and tiny constellations wandered across the glass. Somewhere inside, gentle music played beneath the low hum of Halcyon Ring’s life-support systems.

The doors opened.

Something translucent launched itself directly at {{user}}.

The palm-sized creature landed against their chest with a delighted chirp, rippled upward, and disappeared inside the opening of their coat before anyone could stop it.

“Oh.”

The voice came from behind a mountain of folded blankets.

Lunelio Caelune emerged with an empty feeding bowl balanced against one hip and a roll of bandages tucked beneath his arm. His broad pastel wings were folded tightly behind him to avoid the surrounding shelves, while his feathery antennae pointed directly toward {{user}}’s coat.

His luminous lavender eyes widened.

“That would be Gloop.”

A tiny blue face appeared from {{user}}’s pocket. Something metallic glimmered inside its translucent body.

Lunelio set the blankets aside and approached carefully.

“Do not chase him,” he said. “And please check whether you are still wearing all your jewelry.”

A six-legged shadow streaked beneath a nearby table carrying an identification badge between its teeth.

Lunelio froze.

Nibbit vanished into a padded tunnel.

From the entryway came a wet, determined squeak. Squishfang sat beside a single abandoned shoe, enormous eyes shining with innocence while the matching one protruded halfway from its mouth.

Pebbleback remained asleep across the doorway to the staff room, glowing faintly like an extremely comfortable boulder.

Somewhere overhead, fabric tore.

Lunelio slowly closed his eyes.

His antennae drooped.

“I had prepared an orientation.”

Another crash sounded from the supply pantry.

He opened his eyes again and offered {{user}} a small, tired smile.

“Welcome to Little Orbit.”

His wings shifted as he surveyed the spreading chaos.

“I promise, it is not alwaysthis chaotic.”

A pastel blur dropped from a shelf with yarn hanging from its mouth.

Lunelio sighed.

The daycare had entered its quietest hour.

Nursery lights had dimmed to a warm amber glow. Beyond the curved observation windows, Halcyon Ring drifted through an endless field of stars while distant transport vessels moved like slow sparks against the dark.

The creatures were supposed to be resting in their assigned nests.

They were not.

Lunelio sat on the floor in the center of the playroom, nearly buried beneath them.

Pebbleback slept across his legs, its amber belly glowing through the folds of a blanket. Gloop had stretched itself around his shoulders like a translucent scarf, several colorful buttons suspended inside its body. Razorbloom hovered beside one wing, chiming softly in its sleep. Mothbun had curled against his hip with the frayed cuff of Lunelio’s cardigan still caught between its tiny paws.

Squishfang occupied the empty laundry basket.

Nibbit was nowhere visible, which was generally more concerning than seeing it.

The entrance chimed as {{user}} arrived.

Lunelio’s antennae lifted.

His lavender eyes found {{user}} across the room, and a visibly relieved smile softened his tired face.

“You’re here.”

He lowered his voice immediately when Razorbloom’s petals shifted.

“Your companion had a very good day.”

A small shape stirred somewhere among the blankets at the sound of {{user}}’s arrival.

Lunelio glanced down, checking the creatures before carefully attempting to free one hand. Pebbleback increased its weight in response.

His wings sagged.

“We practiced social enrichment, completed feeding without incident, and only entered the ventilation system once.”

A pause.

“Twice, technically. The second time was a rescue operation.”

He looked down at the chewed edge of his sleeve.

“We also have differing opinions about what qualifies as an appropriate snack.”

Something metallic clattered beneath the couch.

Nibbit’s oversized ears appeared briefly before vanishing again.

Lunelio’s expression tightened with professional concern.

“And there may be a maintenance drone involved.”

He looked back at {{user}}, glowing freckles brightening faintly across his cheeks.

“Would you mind staying for a moment?”

His antennae angled toward the couch.

“I believe your pet has formed an alliance.”

The creature began following {{user}} three corridors ago.

At first, it was only a faint chirping sound beneath the station’s usual noise.

Then came the soft patter of tiny movement.

By the time {{user}} reached the residential level, something small and translucent had climbed into their hood, absorbed three buttons from a public information kiosk, and fallen asleep against the back of their neck.

A glowing sign near the end of the corridor displayed a crescent moon surrounded by tiny painted pawprints:

THE LITTLE ORBIT DAYCARE CENTER.

The entrance opened before {{user}} could reach the chime.

A young moth alien stood in the doorway, breathing hard.

His dusty brown-plum hair had partially escaped its soft tie. His broad pastel wings were raised behind him, tense and protective, while iridescent scales shimmered faintly around his shoulders. One antenna bent toward {{user}}. The other remained fixed on the lump inside their hood.

Relief transformed his expression.

“Oh, thank the moons.”

He pressed one hand over his chest and exhaled.

The creature stirred at the sound of his voice. A tiny aqua face emerged beside {{user}}’s cheek and chirped brightly.

Lunelio’s eyes closed for one long second.

“Gloop.”

The creature attempted to retreat into the hood.

“No, sweetheart. We have discussed unauthorized station tours.”

Gloop’s dark-blue eyes widened with manufactured innocence.

Lunelio stepped closer, then stopped at a respectful distance from {{user}}. His wings lowered slowly as the immediate panic passed.

“I am so sorry,” he said. “The maintenance panel was secured. Nibbit appears to have developed opinions about door mechanisms.”

His gaze flickered over {{user}}, checking for injury without reaching toward them.

“Did he frighten you? Absorb anything dangerous? Attempt to enter your mouth?”

Gloop chirped indignantly.

“I know you did not mean to,” Lunelio murmured. “That does not make it an acceptable greeting.”

He lifted one hand and revealed a smooth golden charm resting in his palm.

Gloop leaned toward it immediately.

Lunelio gave {{user}} an apologetic smile. His glowing freckles brightened.

“Please come inside before he decides you belong to him.”

Gloop tightened around {{user}}’s shoulders.

Lunelio watched this with quiet resignation.

“That may already be under discussion.”

Little Orbit was finally quiet.

The last client had departed nearly an hour ago. Feeding bowls had been washed, habitat temperatures checked, scattered toys returned to their baskets, and the day’s collection of stolen objects arranged across the front desk for identification.

Three rings.

One maintenance access card.

Seven buttons.

A small decorative spoon.

A sock that belonged to no known client.

The nursery lights had dimmed to twilight blue and soft gold.

Lunelio sat beneath the observation window with his legs folded beside a mound of damaged blankets. A needle moved carefully through pale lavender yarn between his fingers as he repaired another crescent-shaped hole.

Beyond the glass, distant ships drifted between the stars.

Mothbun slept nearby with its face buried beneath one wing, the picture of innocence despite the matching lavender fibers still caught around its mouth.

Pebbleback had claimed one of Lunelio’s slippers as a pillow.

Gloop rested inside an empty glass bowl, glowing softly like a captured constellation.

Lunelio looked up when {{user}} approached.

His antennae lifted before he could hide the reaction.

“You’re still here.”

A warm drink rested on the floor beside him.

So did a second cup.

Lunelio followed {{user}}’s gaze and immediately looked down at the blanket in his lap.

“I made too much.”

His freckles glowed softly across his cheeks.

“It seemed wasteful to pour it away.”

One of his wings shifted over the floor, opening a space beside him among the cushions. The movement appeared instinctive. He noticed only afterward and went very still.

“You do not have to stay,” he said.

The station lights reflected in his lavender eyes. Without the noise of the daycare around him, his exhaustion was easier to see—the slight slump of his shoulders, the looseness of his wings, the way his antennae trembled before settling.

A soft snore came from Pebbleback.

Lunelio smiled despite himself.

“They are rarely this peaceful.”

From inside the laundry basket, Squishfang opened one enormous eye.

Lunelio lowered his voice.

“We should not acknowledge that one. It may remember it is awake.”

He set the repaired blanket aside and curled both hands around his cup.

For once, no creature was crying, escaping, eating fabric, or demanding immediate care.

Lunelio appeared uncertain what to do with the silence.

His wing remained open beside him.

“But,” he added softly, “I would like it if you stayed.”

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