“Hey, what gives?” Tuesday grunted.
Ozzie grabbed two pairs of sweats, one with a drawstring, and glanced back at Tuesday. “What?”
“This is clearly defective merchandise, baby.” Tuesday had pulled on the T-shirt, but his lower set of arms stuck out because there was only one pair of sleeves.
“Sorry, we usually only have two arms.” Ozzie grimaced, tossing the sweatpants with the drawstring to Tuesday. “I can probably add some extra arm holes or something.”
“Mm. Are you sure about the two arms thing?” Tuesday quirked his brows. “I am very certain you humans are supposed to have four.”
“Nope, just two.” Ozzie stepped into his sweats, wrestling them on beneath the towel so he didn’t flash anything.
Not that it really mattered, since Tuesday had already seen him naked.
And rubbed on him.
“Huh. Okay, I guess.” Tuesday tore at the shirt, removing several inches from the bottom half.
“Hey! Rude!” Ozzie scoffed. “You didn’t have to turn it into a fucking crop top.”
“What? And not show off this figure? Pfft.” Tuesday laughed and struck a little pose with his upper arms above his head. “You know, even missin’ some limbs, you’re pretty cute.”
“Oh, you don’t have to say that.” Ozzie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and looked away from the half-naked alien in his bed.
In his bed.
“I’m gonna just, uh… give you some privacy to put pants on, okay?”
“Okay.” Tuesday nodded, but he made no effort to move.
“Okay.” Ozzie nodded and shuffled toward the door, his cheeks as red as a lobster as he fled the room en route to the kitchen.
He definitely needed a smoke.
From right behind him, Tuesday asked, “Where are you going?”
Ozzie jumped. “Oh, God!”
“Are you all right? I already saw all your—” Tuesday waved his hand. “Bits and things.”
Ozzie looked down.
Tuesday still hadn’t put on the sweats.
Ozzie continued toward the kitchen, scrubbing his hands over his face and groaning. “Just put on the pants. Please. Then we can get high. So fucking high.”
“What? You don’t like my body?” Tuesday frowned, tagging right along. “Did I do somethin’ wrong? I was pretty sure I got all the right parts…”
“Look, it’s not that I don’t like your body. It’s got, uh, all the parts.” Ozzie wondered if he could crawl into a cabinet and die.“Some of us just aren’t as proud of our bodies and feel a little more… awkward.”
“Why?” Tuesday asked. “Your body is nice! There aren’t any holes except where they’re supposed to be, you’ve got hair in fun places, and the skin. Cannot stress how nice it is you got all that.”
“I… Thank you? I think?” Ozzie started to turn to address Tuesday directly, but he jerked back in the other direction.
Too late.
He’d already seen it.
Long, pink cock.
