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“For a female that I want to show interest in?” “A candle,” the avian says immediately. “The smellier the better.”
“I wouldn’t woo a human because they look as ugly as a featherless chick, but that’s just me. For you, I’d say get the candle.” Tail twitching, I try to find one that has the least offensive scent and purchase it with a few credits. The avian wraps it up in recycled paper and even puts a bow on it, then hands it over to me.
When I raise my hand to the door a fourth time, I call out, “I’m not leaving until we talk, Barlia.” Before I can finish knocking, the door rips open and the human female glares out at me, her metal-studded wooden club in hand. “What.” “Hello, neighbor,” I purr at her.
What indeed? I just smile, because my true purpose was to come and see if she smelled as good as I remembered. Turns out she smells even better, and I want to just drink in her scent. Humans are pleasant-smelling people even if they’re weirdly hairless in places, but this particular female might be the most attractive I’ve ever seen and it’s all because of her scent.
“Is that a problem? Do I need to run my schedule past you?” My mouth twitches with amusement at the sass in her tone. “I’m just trying to get to know you, Barlia. Trying to understand what makes you purr.
“Don’t tell me Mr. Big Bad Praxiian is afraid of rodents?” I’m not, but I like the smile and the tease in her voice far too much to not continue along with this. “I would never tell you such a thing.” My nostrils flare as if I’m disgusted at the thought, though I’m secretly elated at her beautiful smile and the way she keeps looking at me not as if I’m an enemy, but a friend.
Some females are not smelly candle females, I don’t think. Chelsea might be a candle female. Tabitha is more of a “knives and garrotes” female.
There’s something about Jrrru that makes me pause, though. It’s like some part of me instinctively knows he’s not out to hurt me. That he really feels as lonely and isolated as I do. I know he’s right about how praxiians aren’t liked on this planet. They’re one of the larger civilizations out in the galaxy, and when humans look at them, we see enemies, not friends.
Once it gets dark, I’ll go over and mark her doorstep with my intentions. Problem solved.
Praxiian mating rituals FTW 🙌🤣🤣🤣 🚪 💦 iykyk
I gesture at his length. “You have scars.” “Oh.” His tail twitches. “We’re born with barbs. They’re removed for the comfort of our future mates.” Barbs. Good lord.
oh no not barbs 👀😅
