York started when Red tumbled into the bed next to him. After living with her as a raptor, it was still strange to encounter her as a human. She had once broken the bed getting into it. Now she weighed roughly a tenth of what she had and her bird-boned frame hardly dented the mattress.
She had take a long time to adjust to being a human. Walking without a tail had been hard. She still tended to bend her knees just a bit too much when she was standing still. Not being able to hunt anymore had been hard on her. On the other hand, she had developed a taste for baked goods and had come to understand why humans cooked their meat. She no longer ate raw hamburger patties from the fridge. All in all, she was coming to terms with the strange new body the station had given her.
Red twisted around until she faced York. Her eyes were dark and round as saucers. She had yet to master the subtle telegraphing that was human facial expressions. She was always an open book.
“York, what is a kiss?” She asked, cocking her head. York barely refrained from giving her a deer in the headlights stare and replying with 'wat'. “For mating, yes? Lips on lips?” Someone must have left a chick flick on.
“Yes, that's correct.”
Red seemed to grow very thoughtful at this. “Then why did Junior ask Tucker for a kiss?”
York rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Mates kiss. But parents kiss their kids too. Just differently.”
Red made a face. “How? Will show?”
“Oh- uh...” York leaned up on one elbow to look down at her. She stared back up at him with her lips scrunched and her forehead creased. The very picture of puzzlement. Her eyes followed his hand as it moved up to brush a few strands of tangled red hair out of her face. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her brow. “...Like that,” he explained.
“Oh.” Red put her fingers to the spot that he'd kissed. “Is very nice.” And she leaned forward to reciprocate the gesture. “Night York.”
“Night Red.” He didn't wipe the smear of spit off of his face until she'd rolled over again. What was his life.
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She had take a long time to adjust to being a human. Walking without a tail had been hard. She still tended to bend her knees just a bit too much when she was standing still. Not being able to hunt anymore had been hard on her. On the other hand, she had developed a taste for baked goods and had come to understand why humans cooked their meat. She no longer ate raw hamburger patties from the fridge. All in all, she was coming to terms with the strange new body the station had given her.
Red twisted around until she faced York. Her eyes were dark and round as saucers. She had yet to master the subtle telegraphing that was human facial expressions. She was always an open book.
“York, what is a kiss?” She asked, cocking her head. York barely refrained from giving her a deer in the headlights stare and replying with 'wat'. “For mating, yes? Lips on lips?” Someone must have left a chick flick on.
“Yes, that's correct.”
Red seemed to grow very thoughtful at this. “Then why did Junior ask Tucker for a kiss?”
York rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Mates kiss. But parents kiss their kids too. Just differently.”
Red made a face. “How? Will show?”
“Oh- uh...” York leaned up on one elbow to look down at her. She stared back up at him with her lips scrunched and her forehead creased. The very picture of puzzlement. Her eyes followed his hand as it moved up to brush a few strands of tangled red hair out of her face. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her brow. “...Like that,” he explained.
“Oh.” Red put her fingers to the spot that he'd kissed. “Is very nice.” And she leaned forward to reciprocate the gesture. “Night York.”
“Night Red.” He didn't wipe the smear of spit off of his face until she'd rolled over again. What was his life.