A/N: These drabbles will vary in length depending on the 'story' within them. So, please bear with the 'long to short'-ness.
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His eyes followed it, never losing their focus. Round and round, unstopping, as it spun and twisted, and swiveled and twirled. He cocked his head to the side when bubbles started to appear, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion and slight amusement. A frown marred his features, however, when the bubbles began to grow larger.
"Tart? What are you doing?"
Turning, the smallest alien came face to face with Pai, the taller male having just entered the room. He stood with a blank expression on his face, although his arms were folded over his broad chest, signaling to Tart that he didn't approve of the younger's activity.
Tart rolled his eyes, and returned to watching the item that had captivated his interest. It was only seconds until he was lost in it's whirling once more.
However, a noise that sounded distinctly like someone clearing their throat brought him back to the room around him. Growling, he snapped his head round, a fierce glare directed at Pai.
"What?!" he all but yelled, fists clenching by his sides, his temper flaring.
"I asked what you were doing," Pai reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," Tart acknowledged, with a brief nod of his head. "It's this Earth tradition thing that Purin taught me."
"Called?" Pai pressed.
"Watching marshmallows in a microwave."
No sooner had the words left his lips, than there was a resounding boom! that made both aliens jump. The microwave door flung open as the piece of machinery exploded, splattering pink and white goo on every available surface within the room. Pai threw a scolding glare at Tart.
"Oops…"