Fight, Flight, or Gut You Like A Fish?

Translation... piss off

》Veta pov《

I lead the 'ooman through the ship, towards an area they have seen many times. Still I can see they are curious, their amazing eyes dance across the walls. Hopefully soon I can tell them what the carvings mean.

"How long do you think it'll be until I can understand you?" The Brave 'ooman asked, their hand tightening on mine.

"Soon-very-soon" I say, in truth it should be done today, but why not keep it a surprise. 

We make it back into the cargo bay, the lights coming on to reveal several new boxes. Me and Bahtoh had great success in our shopping. Some of the items I don't even know their purpose, so this should be an enlightening experience for us both.

"Why are we here?" Brave 'ooman tugged on my hand.

"Here-to-learn." I bring them over to the new boxes. 

The box is filled to the brim with items, small things with bristles. Some with buttons, others with switches. But all are so small compared to my hands. I fear that I may break the items. Brave 'ooman audibly gasps, leaning over the edge. 

"Where'd you get this?" They look up to me, their eyes wide with questions.

"Market." I say pulling out one of the small objects, "What-are-they?"

》Y/N pov《

Oh he doesn't know what they are. Well that's funny, considering he's holding a tube of toothpaste as if it insulted his whole bloodline. 

"It's toothpaste… ya' know, to clean your teeth." Green still seems confused. "It's a hygiene item."

"Clean-teeth?" Green looks from the toothpaste to me.

He puts the toothpaste back and reaches for another item. Next he pulls out a hairbrush, though clearly he doesn't know. 

"This?" He holds it out for me to take.

"Oh, it's a hairbrush." I take the item and run it over my head and through my hair. "Here let me show you." 

I reach out for one of his long dreads, but as soon as my fingers graze the surface…

》Veta pov《

I shoot back at the feeling of their hands on my tresses. A pleasurable shock goes through my body, and my body moves on instinct. Before I could stop it a rumbling purr flows out of me, I'm sure to stops it as soon as it begins.

'Cjit.'

Brave 'ooman freezes at my sudden movement. I have moved on top of one of the boxes in my haste, my back pressed against a wall.

"Oh, sorry. Did I hurt you?" They put the brush back down, as I climb off the box.

"No." I think of a way to explain. "These-are-sensitive." I say motioning to my tresses.

"They're sensitive, but I didn't hurt you?" 

"Not-sensitive-in-that-way." I'm running out of options here. "Sensitive-like-sex."

A massive blush moves across their face, and their heart rate increases. They avoid looking at me, pretending to be interested in the contents of the box. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- I didn't know-" they lapse into an awkward silence, their breath coming quick.

"It-is-ok-honest-mistake." I rub my hands on my shoulders.

'When did it get so warm?'

"Veta could you come to the med-bay, it is time to re-read the 'oomans wounds." Bahtoh radios through our comm link.