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Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“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?”

Ignoring what the older pair was saying for the moment, unable to understand it yet as it was, the little alien’s focus is now more on the water inside Minion’s dome. Dipping his hands into it, at first coming close to touching the fish inside before backing off.

The fact that the other two were having some sort of conversation was enough to have Minion be off limits and afforded the same respect as one of those he considered parent or sibling would be. Again he’s chattering quietly, this time to himself rather than asking more questions.

Minion smiled encouragingly at the little guy before answering his Sir, ❝That might be best, Sir.❞

Nodding and feeling useless otherwise, Syx wandered off into their temporary home. Digging about and making far too much noise for the task he was supposed to be doing, Minion called after, ❝It’s just in the ice box…❞

Settling down, he refocused on the small fish baby,

❝Are you feeling better?❞

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.

The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.

Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.” 

He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting. 

“Would not ha’e let be overwize.” He sounds proud over the comment, more focus paid the water now that they were close enough for that. Small areas, at least, he could keep relatively clean.

Azlariel turns just enough to see the other alien. “Ha’e not zeen be’ore?”

“Oh I don’t tend to get out much just to explore,” Minion shrugged, “I did more of that when I was little, but it was mostly in the city. The lake is nice, when I have the free time,” which wasn’t very often. He always found himself with something he needed to do for his Sir… and now Anna as well. It left a fond smile on this toothy face.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“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?”

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Minion nodded, his little body floating up and down in the tank. That would help explain the difficult the other found English… But than again Minion always wondered if he’d find the language here so easy without the obvious modifications he had. Lost in thought, he started humming again as they finished their walk. He’d enjoyed the sound of Azlariel’s voice.

Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.

The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.

Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.” 

He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting. 

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

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?”

Syx’s question earns a narrow-eyed look of confusion, taking the time to enjoy his physical freedom by giving himself some space between himself and the other aliens. Focus flickering between the two of them before he actually gets a better look at Minion, recognition removing the narrow’eyed look for a wide-eyed one.

Turning then to the taller alien’s suit, he reaches up, wanting to get a better look at the fish inside the dome.

“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.”

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”

Regardless of not knowing what that tune is from, Azlariel finds himself idly keeping up with it in his own way, the quiet trilling he’d made a habit of taking on the same meter. Minion’s question cuts the sound off, however, trailing off into something more thoughtful. “Ha’e not known anyving elze.” Calculating the length of time takes a bit longer, however, eventually just shrugging it off.

“Not vat long. Zome time, vough.” he answers, the sketchiness of how time was measured here still not something the alien was entirely interested in figuring out more fully.

Minion nodded, his little body floating up and down in the tank. That would help explain the difficult the other found English… But than again Minion always wondered if he’d find the language here so easy without the obvious modifications he had. Lost in thought, he started humming again as they finished their walk. He’d enjoyed the sound of Azlariel’s voice.

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

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“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?”

The amount of different languages on this planet still caught the alien by surprise when the subject came up. “No, voze are… not needed.” More because Azlariel didn’t know them himself, partially because keeping up in English as it stood took some work. When he had a better grasp of that language he’d try something more.

“Ha’e a plaze vat can work.” Not near home, but close. Useable, as well.

“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Minion shrugged one large padded shoulder. Hefting up the container of fish, he bobbed in his tank with a toothy but friendly grin, “Lead the way.”

It’s the food that Azlariel focuses on first before realizing that Minion had continued speaking, and he pulls his focus back to the other alien. Nodding as well, it’s with continued checking to make sure Minion was following that he turns, begins heading in the direction of the place he had in mind.

Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

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?”

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“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?”

The amount of different languages on this planet still caught the alien by surprise when the subject came up. “No, voze are… not needed.” More because Azlariel didn’t know them himself, partially because keeping up in English as it stood took some work. When he had a better grasp of that language he’d try something more.

“Ha’e a plaze vat can work.” Not near home, but close. Useable, as well.

“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Minion shrugged one large padded shoulder. Hefting up the container of fish, he bobbed in his tank with a toothy but friendly grin, “Lead the way.”