“Would you?—
Before he can finish a strange sound echoes from my right and I turn sharply to the alien who’s just come out, holding a container of what looks like worms.
Pale green skin with a crown of yellow eyes in stalks across his head, the alien man has a beak, and he clicks it at me a few times as he approaches.
Those eye stalks are familiar, but…
Shoving the container into Mooralan’s hands he drops to his knees, and then leans forward, face hovering over my feet.
I look at Mooralan with a smile that I hope doesn’t look like a grimace. “What’s going on?”
“That is how his kind greet people they think are above them.”
I laugh, uncomfortably. “I’m not tall enough to be above anyone.”
The alien on the floor comes back up to kneeling and holds out his hands. “May I?”
I tentatively give him one of mine and he presses the side of his beak to the back of my hand. “I never dreamed I would get to see you in the flesh.”
The eye stalks… “Ferrok?”
His eyes go wide and he nods, whispering something under his breath.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to join us,” Mooralan laughs and takes Ferrok by the back of his jumpsuit, hauling him to his feet. “But I didn’t realize my friend would act like this.”
“It’s fine.” I didn’t expect to run into someone I knew, let alone two someones. “What kind of a show is it?”
“A Velkoran choir.” Ferrok says, still staring at me.
I don’t know what that means, but, “I’m down if you’re okay with me tagging along.”
“Of course.” Ferrok says, so quickly I want to laugh.
Mooralan turns to him and says something with a quiet urgency.
“I don’t want to crash a party.” I say.
Mooralan’s face immediately turns sheepish. “No, it’s not that at all.”
“He was telling me to stop acting like a… I don’t know what the translation would be… a child with too many sweets?”
“Ah.”
“I don’t want his eagerness to make you uncomfortable,” Mooralan says, quickly.
“It’s alright,” I give Ferrok my hand again when he holds out his, and I watch as he seems to explore each finger. I wonder if he’s remembering the way I’ve stroked his cock. “I have a feeling it will fade.”
“If you’re coming with us,” Ferrok says, voice pitched with excitement, “We have to get you snacks. What do you like to eat? What’s something you find yourself craving often?”
“Cheese?” I say. “Chocolate? Chocolate cheese cake.”
They exchange glances and I wonder if they’re thinking of a cake made of bleu cheese or something.
“I think we’ll have to go to an Earth restaurant for that,” Mooralan says, “Do you know where one is?”
“There’s a diner a few levels down.”
They take me to the diner and insist on buying the whole cheese cake. It seems like a silly thing to take to a concert, but everything is so new, I accept my box and my spork and let them lead the way.
