...Gasp! He's still fun-sized!

The eruption took her father.

The news hit Gavroche harder than he expected. He hadn’t known the man, no, but knowing the loss hit what was once such a happy pup so hard was what resonated with him. He dipped his head in understanding, uttering a small apology. “I’m sorry, Venom…” His voice was sincere.

He couldn’t blame them for wanting to move either… but hearing that they were living here caused the winged boy’s eyes to widen. “Wait… here!?” Alarm was clear in his squeaked out voice. “I didn’t know! Oh no…” His ears flicked back against his skull as he took a step back.

“I was wandering through the sandy terrain for awhile… I didn’t expect it to be so big. I can’t hardly smell anything right now-- my nose is all dried out from the air and sand…” His posture had immediately dropped to a more submissive one.

“I really didn’t know… I… You’re not going to try and force claim me, are you?”