》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.
"Follow." I don't even have to hold out my hand the 'ooman already reaching for it.
》Y/N pov《
'How can I be so stupid?!'
I almost groped an alien! He doesn't seem to care anymore, leading me through the halls like nothing happened.
Once again we're back in the med-bay. Green picks me up and places me on the table. Purple isn't here, probably still at the deck. Red seems to smell something on me or Green, because he keeps sniffing at the air.
》Bahtoh pov《
"Why does it smell like you two paucked?" I demand from Veta.
'When will it be my turn to hang with our 'ooman?'
"They accidentally touched my tresses." Veta mumbles, moving over to the screen displaying their vitals.
"They what!?" I can't help but laugh, what a sight that would have been!
"They touched my tresses, by accident. It's not a big deal." Veta sighs.
"How was it an accident?" I move over to the 'ooman, starting to remove their shirt to get to the bandages. As always they try to cover their chest.
"They were teaching me about some of the items we got from the market. One of the items, a 'hairbrush', was meant to be used to brush one's hair. They wanted to show me, but then they touched my tresses." Veta turns away trying to avoid my gaze.
"Bet you liked that, huh?" I tease.
Veta shoots me a warning glare from under his helmet.
With the 'oomans top freed from the bandages and shirt, I move to their back. A large scar on their shoulder blade has finally sealed, and several little scars decorate the backs of their arms and shoulders.
"These scars are truly…"
》Y/N pov《
"Beautiful."
"What did you just say?" My eyes widened with surprise.
'I just heard Red talk? I JUST HEARD RED TALK!'
Red and Green snap their attention to me, then to each other. In a flurry they both scramble to come in front of me. Red even fell, quickly recovering to stand on the right, with Green on the left.
"You heard me!?" Red points to himself.
His voice, his true voice, is deep and guttural, with a slight gravely undertone. It reminds me of an old man, but not the creepy kind. The kind that smokes giant cigars, and drinks only the finest bourbon all while giving you street advice.
"Y-yes!" I shout, excitement coursing through me. "I can understand you!"
"How about me? Does it still work?" Green practically jumps with excitement.
His voice is higher than red, but still deep. His accent is lighter, and flows easier over his works. Like a professor, or someone used to talking for long periods of time.
"Yes! It works! Oh my god! I have so many questions." At this point my heart might leap from my chest.
It's so nice to be able to talk to someone, honestly I've been getting lonely on the ship. The limited interactions with these guys really puts a downer on the excitement of being space.
"Ayull we need you in the med-bay, the 'ooman can understand us." Red talks into his wrist gauntlet.
"You'll have to save your questions till Ayull gets here, but I understand your excitement." Green tells me.
"How can I not ask questions!?" I nearly bounce off the table.
I move my hands to the rim in order to stay on, only to realise my bear chest. Slapping my arms back around me I look up to Red who still has my shirt.
"May I at least have my shirt back?"
"Oh, yes of course." Red shook his head with a slight chuckle. " Why do you insist on staying covered?"
"I'm not bold enough to walk around half naked on an alien ship with a bunch of aliens. Besides you guys stay dressed up in your armor." I say whilst putting on the oversized shirt.
"I see." Red says, rubbing his chin, "would it help if we walked around half naked?"
'What?'
My face heats up, and Red starts to laugh deep in his chest. His dreadlocks swishing this way and that. Green slaps him on the shoulder.
"Sorry about him, unfortunately your ears are no longer safe from this brute." Green sighs.
Just then the door opened to reveal Purple.