K'iiv and Del are adorable, how did they meet/begin their relationship?
K'iiv preened his plumage nervously. He hated meeting new people. All the good advice for conquering social anxiety never, ever worked. It was either completely wrong for the situation or just… completely wrong.
Nevertheless, he attempted to use them anyway.
Going into a situation without a plan was infinitely less preferable than going in with a bad one.
Today’s plan was, picture the stranger without their feathers.
Today’s failure was, Oh no.She’s already bald.
The human before him was shorter and covered in utilitarian clothes. Maintenance orange. And she appeared to be a little transfixed, herself.
“…beautiful dinosaur…” she whispered. Then cleared her throat. “Yeah. Uhm. I had a report of a busted cleansing unit?”
His traitor tail kept wanting to flair and display for her. Snap out of it, he told himself. I’m just another job for her! And that thought made him want to die inside, more than a little.
“Yes! Yes. This way. In my private space. Where all the private things happen.”
That earned a smile. A careful one, straining to keep the teeth safely concealed. “Nervous?”
“No! Not nervous! Definitely not nervous! Certainly not trying to display my feathers in an attractive manner! At all!”
The human made a snorting noise. “That is a very specific denial, sir.” She trooped into the private space and whistled backwards. “This is a vintage model. Are you sure you want it repaired?”
“The modern once do not cleanse as… nicely. They make my feathers go…” he fumbled for the right word. “Bluh.”
“Can’t have bluh feathers. Not on such a gorgeous cogniscent.” She coloured in a very pretty way. Ahem. “I mean. You… want to look best for your snuggle-buddy.”
“I… have not acquired a snuggle-buddy.”
“Want one?”
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