Syx’s eyes widen in shock at the little hand coming at him. He started to pull away, then bit his lip and lean in slightly. Touch was good right? If they couldn’t talk. Touch was so important to him when he was that little.
“Yeah, see? Safe,” Syx murmured in hushed tones.
Minion made supportive nods and tried not to move. His fins fluttered nervously, though. It looked like a baby, but he hated taking chances with his Sir’s safety.
Still not understanding what was being said, nonetheless the little alien pulls away quickly, a quiet hiss along with it as he opens and closes that hand. Trying to get used to the difference in their skin, still.
Again with the same chattered question, focus flickering between Syx’s face and the other fish-like alien behind them.
Syx sighed heavily and Minion made placating gestures. Refocusing on the child, the blue teen tried to let the little baby as much freedom of movement as possible without letting him escape.
“You can’t understand English, that’s clear. Or just can’t speak it?” Syx rubbed his large forehead with one hand, “Either way, I can’t understand you.”
“It does appear to just be a baby, Sir,” Minion reasoned, “We were scared when we got here,” though it was only a guess influenced by their own experience to assume the child was new to earth. Or even a baby for that matter.
“And hungry,” Syx mused, “Do you need food? What do you eat?” the sharp teeth so similar to Minion’s gave him an idea, “Fish?”
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