Judging by the queue size this’ll take just over a month to get to the top of the pile, so that’s a nice gap. More of the budding relationship between K’iiv and Del please?
K'iiv waited anxiously at the appointed place. Underneath the big clock that, in clear defiance of the laws of time and space, still read four minutes to two. So far, he had preened himself, purchased Terran flowers, preened himself, checked the lay of his clothes, preened himself and checked the news before preening himself.
He had, of course, scoured the info-nets for information on how to date a human. The Abbreviated Guide to the Galaxy had been more uninformative than usual[1] and he’d gone on increasingly perplexing wiki walks for days before he began to suspect that the Abbreviated Guide had it right all along.
But then he thought of Del and knew it had it all wrong.
Just when he was about to nervously preen himself again… there she was. A member of a cogniscent species once deemed so dangerous that other races kept a five-system border between themselves and any system inhabited by humans. She wore maintenance colours, of course, but the way she wore it declared, _Off duty, go away_.
Never before had such a simple dress and sandals combo been so… devastating.
K'iiv felt both sets of knees tremble. “I… understand that offerings of plant genetalia are appropriate…?” Ow. Could he be any more awkward and awful?
But then, a miracle. She laughed and smiled. “They’re lovely. Thank you. And so are you.”
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
[1] The entry under ‘How to Date a Human’ was one word: Don’t.
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