“Yes,” Zat’tor said. “Do you require such a thing?”
I shrugged. “I’d rather wear that than my hard suit.”
Zat’tor left for a minute, then returned with what I could only describe as a pink pair of overalls. Or a onesie.
It was definitely... unique.
“Linn’ar makes these,” Zat’tor explained, handing the garment to me.
Was it exactly fitting for a captain? No, but I’d make it work. I was sick of being stuffed into my hard suit like a hermit crab.
I stepped into the onesie. It was slightly large on me since it was made for Maeleons and not humans, but it wasn’t awkward to move in. It was made of kofotta fibre, and as such, was incredibly soft. It felt silky against my bare skin. I had to admit, it was seriously comfortable.
“It looks wonderful on you,” Zat’tor said, his feelers floating happily. “You are so attractive, Levi.”
His genuine compliments made me smile. “Thanks.”
Would any human man on Earth tell me I looked hot in a pink onesie? Nope. Zat’tor was special that way.
“Now come,” Zat’tor said, taking me by the arm. “It is time to feed you.”
When we stepped outside the den, it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting. The last time I was outside, it had been broad daylight, but now the sun was setting. Just like on Earth, the descending sun cast a vivid orange and pink glow. The colors on Eukaria seemed brighter, less muddied somehow.
A long wooden table stood before us, full with food and drink. At least, I assumed it was food and drink. Since Zat’tor told me he slept on a fucking branch, I had to remind myself that Maeleons had their own customs and culture.
When we arrived at the table, all the Maeleons lit up and greeted us. I was surprised by their warmth and hospitality. We humans hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Hell, we’d crash landed in their sacred fields and burned their precious flowers. I imagined a thousand different bad outcomes we could’ve faced if this had been a different planet.
But this was Eukaria, and our hosts were Maeleons. They were odd, scaly, tentacled, and above all, kind. So far, at least. I kept a seed of doubt in the back of my mind just in case the tables turned on us...
“Yo, Levi!” Paz’s voice cut into my thoughts.
I saw my crewmates on the opposite side of the table. I hadn’t noticed them at first amidst the bustling Maeleons, array of food, and general party atmosphere.
“Hey, guys,” I said. “Sorry for disappearing again. I took a nap.”
Paz grinned. “Never mind that. What are you wearing?”
“It looks like a kigurumi,” Jaeyoung commented.
“It looks like if pyjamas and a dress had a baby,” Paz offered.
I sniffed, sitting down on the bench. “I’ve just been calling it a onesie. Zat’tor said it looks good on me.”
“Yes,” Zat’tor agreed, taking the spot beside me.
He sat so close that our thighs touched. Did he do it on purpose, or was he just so big he couldn’t help it? Either way, I didn’t mind. I liked being in physical contact with him.
“Hey, I never said it looked bad,” Paz pointed out. “Actually, it looks comfy. Better than our hard suits. Where do I get one?”
Zat’tor waved a tentacle in the air. A second later, Linn’ar appeared.
“Human Paz wishes to have a pink covering, too,” Zat’tor explained.
“Well, it doesn’tneedto be pink,” Paz said.
“Oh! Certainly,” Linn’ar said, his feelers rising in the air. He looked pleased that more of us wanted his art. He turned to Jaeyoung. “Would you like one, too?”
“Erm, no thank you,” Jaeyoung replied.
