Ickle Meatships!

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Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!



ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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The newcomer burrows into one of Aeneas’s more sensitive muscular plates on the underside of his abdomen, which was really more of his own fault for exposing it than the creature nuzzling it. He shudders uncomfortably and readjusts, but now he’s too awake (and far too curious to leave this oddity alone).

The alien cranes his long neck, giving the other a warm sniff. He doesn’t recognize the species, but hormone recognition tells him that this one’s male. Or, at least he thinks so. That sense was still in development (for obvious reasons).

He lets out another trill, cocking his head.

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::The shudder. The movement. It's enough to at least half-wake this one. Chitter-whimpering in that "Awww, five more minutes?" tone, the oddity tries to snuggle into the warm thing. This one likes warm, yes.
And..well...it's...it hasn't got a gender. But, that's just another odd thing of the oddity. Eyes blinking and an ear twitching, the beastie answers the trill with one of his own::

Eeee?

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Aeneas wasn’t expecting a trill in response. All the other creatures here talked. None of this mattered, of course, thanks to translation devices.

The alien’s purr changes pitch, suddenly manifesting into recognizable speech. Different tones, frequencies, dynamics, or textures could manifest as words or moods. It was surprisingly complex a language for such a simple sound.

“Hello.”

…And far too complex a sequence for such a simple word.

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Eeee?

::A puzzled chirp. He's not telepathic or the like -- quite psi-dead in fact. Not to mention his English is completely down the Sir John.
Puzzled, the oddity fully wakes and skritches his head a little. Ear-twitch. All right, time to investigate, yes. Carefully, he edges toward Aeneas' scent and just starts sniffing at the life-form like a curious dog::

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…Though telepathy is far from what Aeneas is using to communicate. If he were, then he’d be having a lot fewer problems currently.

At the moment, a lack of vocal response makes the alien highly skeptical. Is this some sort of human pet? He’d feel funny if it was. Aeneas holds out a webbed hand as an alternative greeting.

“Do…do you have a name?” he chirps quietly, cocking his head.

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::Chirrup. The ears twitch forward, then back, then forward again. A squeaky yawn and a spine-cracking stretch later, the oddity gets back to sniffing and indeed, replies. Or...tries to.
The nod of its head might help::

Eee. Rrrrehnne.

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Somehow, the realization that this isn’t a pet only makes Aeneas even more embarrassed. He quickly ducks his head, maw turning rosy, and for several moments he isn’t able to speak. Finally, he manages a tiny, mortified purr:

“…It’s nice to meet you.”

He would run away, but Aeneas likes his cushion too much to abandon it.

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"Eeee."

::A chirping trill. Offering a purr, the oddity leans in a bit as if to try and give a friendly sort of nuzzle::

"'Ame?"

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Aeneas doesn’t flinch, but he’s still too shy to give any proper recognition.

“…Ignatius…”

This may or may not be of plot importance later but shhhhh

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Ihg...Ig...Gay-shis?

::Please don't kill him for the murderous butchering of pronunciation. Chirping, the curious beastie sniffs...and then turns that name into a nickname he can pronounce::

Ig!

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Aeneas gives a jerky nod and defensively curls up on his cushion, but otherwise is silent. Too shy, too shy. Maybe if he doesn’t say anything this creature will leave.

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::He misses the nod but hears the scufflings of the curling-up. Unsure a bit, the beastie lets out a questioning whimper::

Eee...Ig hurrr?

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He hasn’t quite caught on that Renne can’t see anything, so the creature gets an odd glance in response to its question.

“…Yes?”

Part of him wanted to keep ignoring the strange one, but Aeneas is far too nice to do something so unnecessarily spiteful.

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::That earns a little gasp. Frightened, concerned, worried. Worried. Very. Chittering in an urgent, possibly slightly protective tone, the beastie immediately begins sniffing at "Ig" once more. Except this time, it's...somehow clumsily obvious he's searching for a wound, abrasion or other thing that shouldn't be there::

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The oddity’s butchered English also escapes the alien, who lets out a frightened chirp and curls into a tight ball on his cushion. His static-filled fur suddenly bristles with a dull fooph, and then Aeneas is nothing more than a bundle of blue fur.

…Yet Renne’s frantic nuzzling manages to jab at a few sensitive points. Aeneas twitches and lets out a muffled trill of laughter, feathers beginning to ruffle.

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::Whimpering. Now he's really scared. The beastie keeps nosing and sniffing, trying to be as gentle as he can be. His English...well, it's all he's got to try::

Ig hurrrr? Rrrrehnne fick! Fick! Hellll-p Ig.