“I still have some of the sunfish I cooked for you, but he may like uncooked better,” Minion mused. Seeing the little guy staring up at him, the hench-fish moved closer and knelt. He offered his arms but didn’t make any move to grab or pick up. He didn’t want to startle the little guy with unwanted touch, especially if his skin turned out to be a sensitive as Minion’s scales. He flashed a bright friendly smile filled with teeth, “Why hello there.”
“Didn’t we get a bunch of those little fishy fish things that you put in a tank,” Syx gestured around forgetting the name of the type, “he could have some of those.”
Minion cringed sheepishly, “I got hungry.”
As soon as he can, the little alien reaches up to place both hands on the side of Minion’s tank. Carefully, as if he was on the edge of bolting still, and the feel of the glass has him giving a brief flash of teeth in frustration. Not used to something being between him and what was obviously water.
Trilling another question, his focus flickers away toward Syx again, solid black eyes focusing on the teenager.
“Oh!” Minion can understand the confusion with glass, he recalled that from his days as a little fry. The fish ducked his tank lower and touched the top. The nearly invisible seam moved at his touch. It had taken them forever to figure out how to mimic even a degree of the technology that had gone into the perfect sphere Minion had been sent to Earth in. In the end, all they had really managed was the trick top and nearly shatter-proof glass, “See, the water’s inside.”
Syx knelt near them, watching the baby and his life-long friend, “I wish I could understand you, little guy,” he sighed, “We’re trying to help. Promise. You need water too, right? Like Minion?”
He looked up at his friend, “Should I just get some of the cooked fish then?”
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