1. Humans say ‘ow’, even if they haven’t actually been hurt. It’s just a thing they say when they think they might have been hurt, but aren’t sure yet.
2. Humans collect shiny things and decorate their bodies and nests with them. The shinier the better, although each individual has a unique taste for style and colouring
3. Humans are not an aquatic or even amphibious species, but they flock to bodies of water simply to play in it. They can’t even hold their breath all that long; they just love to splash!
4. When night falls and the sky goes dark, humans become drowsy and begin to cocoon themselves in soft, fluffy bedding.
5. Some humans spend time in each other’s nests! Just for fun! It’s not their nest; they’re just visiting each other.
6. Some humans use pigments and dyes to make their bodies flashy and colourful! They even attach shiny dangly bits to their cartalidgous membranes!
7. Humans are very clever, and sometimes adopt creatures from other species into their family units. They don’t seem to notice the obvious differences, and often raise them alongside their own young!
8. If a human sees another creature in distress, they can commonly be observed trying to help! Even at their own risk, most humans are deeply compassionate creatures!
9. If a human hears a particularity catchy sound or tune, it will often mimic it, even to the point of annoying themselves!
10. Sneezes are entirely involuntary, and completely adorable. Especially when the human in question becomes frustrated
11. Humans love treats!!! Some more than others. Many humans will save these treats specifically for a later date when they are in need of comfort or reassurance. IE, pickles, pop tarts, Popsicles, etc
12. They’re learning to travel in space!!! They can’t get very far, but they’re trying!!! So far, they’ve made it to the end of their yard, and have found rocks
this sounds like it was written by a really enthusiastic alien humanologist
Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”
He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.
“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.
Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.
“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.
“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.
“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.
“Iz better to hide.” Safer, for sure, but phrasing it that way was easier for him. Focus flickering over toward the fish Minion was carrying, he takes the chance of closing some of the gap between the two of them, trying to look more at ease with the unfamiliar alien’s presence.
Trilling softly, the sound is apologetic. “Not ve bezt wiv viz language.”
“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”
Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”
Though his confusion only grew as the exchange continued, Syx stayed quiet. Once the waiter had left, he blurted out, “Wait… there’s a different wine for each course? Since when?”
He frowned, feeling rather lost, he’d thought his time at his Uncle’s Italian restaurant had given him a good handle on fancy eating, now he was questioning everything. His eyes wandered to the overly fancy way of serving the water and the glasses, very thankful that they were out of view of the other patrons. At least Harrison would be the only one to see him inevitably mess this up. Ugh. The person who was so very good at this.
His hand came up to his mouth, his teeth biting into his finger as he tried to think over everything he’d ever learned from Wayne… which wasn’t much. At all. Fuck.
“What? Oh no,” Syx shook his head, “Well I mean… maybe the living areas could use an update? Minion has been talking about making a more permanent expansion. Normally I wouldn’t bother, but with the game not being what it was, I doubt I’ll have to move the Lair anytime soon… oh. You were just teasing, weren’t you?” he blushed, “I do like the Lair how it is… but this is nice too.”
Harrison let out an amused little laugh as he poured himself a glass of sparkling water.
“Creative chefs do like to pair different courses with wine or cocktails, but please don’t worry so much. I want to make sure you get to experience this whole evening in all it’s glory. Try the food, try the drinks. Tell me what you like and don’t like. I’m here with you, that’s all that matters,” Harrison said, his bright green eyes soft and earnest as he looked into Syx’s own.
“Though….. you’re adorable when you blush so feel free to do that again,” he added with a flirtatious waggle of his eyebrows before taking a sip of his beverage.
Slumping back in his chair, Syx wrapped his hands around his glass just to give them something to do. The comment about his blush, just made it get pinker, “So I’ve been told.”
“Hehehe,” he straightened and tried to shift his internal focus, “I bet Minion would love to see the kitchen of a place like this and talk to the chefs,” he laughed, “I’m not sure I could handle it if he started assigning drinks to every meal, though…” his expression fell, even though this universe was more accepting of blue skin, Syx doubted Minion would be as welcome.
Picking a bottle at random, he poured some into his glass and ended up with the plain water, “So… are all the restaurants you eat at like this?” he waved a hand about. Leaning on an elbow, he raised an eyebrow trying to settle his nerves and get his flirt back, “Or are you just trying to impress me?”
don’t touch people that don’t want to be touched!!! people might not want to be touched due to abuse, people might not want to be touched due to sensory issues, and some people just don’t like it. i don’t care how weird or ‘sad’ it is that you can’t touch them, just don’t fucking do it. their comfort is more important than you poking them or hugging them.
no, i’m equally confused… like pan was started for those that bi didn’t fit… cuz I too am attracted to the whole spectrum and not just f or m…. and I’m just ??????????? how anyone saying there pan, which in under the bi umbrella anyway, would make bi ppl invisible… like what?????
((See, the only thing I can think of is because they’re genderfluid and that has something to do with it? But I honest to fuck have no clue. Like, per their own definition, imo no matter what they identify with at the moment, they still only see attraction to Option A or Option B. I can potentially be attracted to Options A-Z??? and I have no idea how that discredits them and erases their sexuality???))
{{ *hugs* if you did, than I did too. But I’m a nonbinary/gender fluid mess myself which is why (though I often say bi for simplicity) pan is the only thing that makes sense? Like… gender binary is beyond stupid and shouldn’t even be a spectrum? It needs at least 2 axis. But whatever. All I know is that, yeah, pan is and should be a lagit thing so you are okay. We can be confused and pan here with all the rest of the lovely and understanding people. }}
syx-blue asked:
A pile of books with an afro peeking out from behind sighs heavily and asks, “So what class are you regretting every life choice you’ve ever made about?” they shift and wobble precariously, “Calculous is already making me want to cry.”
“Sometimes I regret taking European History at times. One time I had an ARGUMENT with a student about how the vikings technically weren’t really the first SAILORS or NAVIGATORSacross the ocean seas. Some people are just really stubborn.” She being ONE of those people, even if she was entirely right.
Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”
Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.
“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”
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