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I was literally melting down.

I've noticed. I'm ignoring it because I love you.

guess that's what happens to a motherfucker who grows up in space
zero tolerance for heat

you wanna fuck me or you wanna love me? can't do both simultaneously

Edited 2022-01-10 02:01 (UTC)

It isn't about where I grew up - it's species wide. Our nervous system shuts down under temperatures that don't seem to particularly bother humans.

And I can do whatever the frell I want with my emotions, and they certainly don't prevent me fucking anyone.

...except Beck.

does your species even have a home planet?

not even gonna ask who beck is bc you seem to know every single person in this goddamn city
mr popular, my little social extraterrestrial butterfly
bursting with love and spite

Not that I know of, but I was born on a planet and a minority live their entire lives on one.

...Beck. Owns the Sinema. Arrogant and stupid. terrible businessman. Relatively unimportant and I do not know everyone in this city.

out of idle curiosity, are you ok in the cold or is it just the heat

if he was that unimportant you wouldn't namedrop him randomly
sounds like he's living in your head rent free
you want me to ice him for you?

( joking but also not really )

I appreciate the sentiment [ He actually does; it makes him all warm and fuzzy ] but I'm experimenting to see how far I can push before he fires me. It's a good distraction. I am definitely not letting him into my head.

I'm not immune to cold but it isn't a problem unless it's extreme by even human standards. Why, planning to take me to a sauna?

k well offer stands
you want a motherfucker dead, i kill motherfuckers
relationship of convenience

( spurred by a combination of actually giving a fuck about crais and wholly not giving a fuck about the consequences. )

can't a man ask questions abt his only alien friend without being accused of plotting his murder

It wasn't an accusation - and you can ask all the questions you'd like.

Cold is fine. Heat is terrible - it won't kill me but it will eventually lead to an irreversible catatonic state which, here in particular, means someone should kill me. Most of my senses seem to be slightly better than most humans. I don't have kidneys. that's all I've actually managed to gather.

you know i've never met an alien that looks like an actual person? not once in 32 yrs
kind of fucked w my head for a while
you're so... fleshy
you don't even have fangs or talons or like a weird pocket dick

I've heard stories from Ephemera about the sort of aliens you were fighting. That would mess with anyone's head.

I was a little surprised by how much humans look like Sebaceans, too. Most of the species I knew didn't. Talons, spikes, blue, defensive vomiting, electric whip tongues, but nothing anything near as... similar as humans.

yeah the covies were mean motherfuckers
but we still signed a peace treaty like they didn't bomb whole planets to shit so ?? who the fuck won, really

( hard to not have a kneejerk aversion to alien anything after being born into a war that only ended because some spartan behemoth kamikazed the truth and reconciliation into debris and shrapnel. crais is the only chill alien in existence, in felix's book. )

maybe we're like super distant cousins seven times removed

The people living on the planets who didn't get bombed out of existence.

[ Sebaceans and Peacekeepers were assholes, but the more he hears about this war the more he's reminded of Scarrans. It's not great. ]

Maybe. Maybe the people who created us started with a common ancestor.

Edited 2022-01-10 03:17 (UTC)

you'd think
i've seen what surviving does to ppl, too

( exhibit a: ephemera. exhibit b: felix. exhibit c: every other traumatized, ptsd-riddled marine that exited the war with their life still intact. technically alive, but certainly not living. )

i'll still shove my tongue in your mouth even if you're a distant relative

Not the people who lived through it, Felix.
the people who avoided ever being in the war.

[ Soldiers break along similar fault lines, in similar patterns. How many times has he said that to Ephemera? More than a few.

He wonders if Felix is even aware of how much more he's talking to Crais. If not, Crais isn't going to tell him. ]

Come over. We're due to fuck. Maybe in the shower, now that there's no risk of me overheating.

Bring something for the cat with you.

( everyone lived with the fear that their planet was next, regardless. but felix swiftly accepts the subject change because what is reflecting on past trauma, we don't speak that developmentally healthy evil in this house. )

what, like a fucking offering? a whole ass fish?
should i kneel when i present it to him

If you bring an entire fish into this house I will make you swallow it whole and raw. Just bring some kind of cat treat, and if you want to kneel to someone we'll work out the details when you're here.

you're 10x hotter when you threaten me w bodily harm

ok asshole
give me a bit

( he does not keep cat treats on hand, crais. pitstop for The Goods first, where he spends approximately ten minutes in an empty aisle squinting at a various array of cat-related items. fifteen minutes later, with a bag of treats safely tucked under his elbow, he stands outside crais' door and knocks twice.

cheekily, when crais opens the door: ) You wanna frisk me first, officer?

( no gun today, just a single blade tucked in his boot. old habit, deeply ingrained. )

[ Crais' place hasn't changed much - except there's a 'galaxy' printed giant dildo bolted the wall with his collar hanging off it, and a painting of a sunrise Ephemera did on another wall.

Crais is definitely not much different, though there's a wedding ring on his left hand now and he's wearing socks instead of his boots. ]

Does it really count if I know you're armed and it's just a matter of finding out with what and where? [ Dry and amused as he pushes the door closed and Sylvester comes running out of one of the bedrooms to greet Felix. ]

( the painting, above all, catches his eye first. ephemera's work. he tries not to think about how much it irritates the fuck out of him that he knows it's his work without even asking. just a faucet of his ridiculous life now, another bitter pill to be swallowed. ephemera and his goddamn scenic pieces. better than his angry graphite sketches of charred corpses.

he kneels to unlace his boots and nimbly untucks his knife into his palm, then blindly wiggles it at crais between two fingers. )

Spoilers, then. Just the one this time. ( a pause, as he tilts his chin to look up at crais. another impish smile creases his face. ) Though I won't stop you from frisking me if you really want.

( might be fun.

sylvester is greeted with a scoop into felix's elbow, hefted against his chest and showered in a cacophony of soft coos and you're so big nows. he tears the big of treats with his teeth and scoops one out for sylvester, gently cupped in his palm for him to nibble on at his leisure. )

[ Crais takes the knife -- mostly so Felix has both hands to feed and lavish attention on the cat. That cat's put up with a lot of mentally unstable assholes, it's only fair he get properly fed and cuddled by them. ]

I'll frisk you when you're finished frisking the cat, though spoilers: his weapons are mostly in his feet.

[ Dry and wry he leans in and kisses Felix - with some teeth at the end because Felix. ]

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