ZEX was really looking forward to seeing his Captain again and regaling him with tales of what he'd done last night, how good he felt, how they'd have to do that to each other, what he'd found in his closet, and how he'd sorted through, to an at least tolerable extent, some of the problems that had made him act so embarrassingly before.
So discovering, after some waiting, that his human love would not be seeing him right away was something of a disappointment.
Of course, he would see him later that day, surely, and it was only a matter of passing time until then, but still! ZEX hated to be disappointed.
As it was, he took down a book from a shelf, not particularly paying any attention to the author or the title. What he was interested in was the writing... perhaps if he applied himself, this bizarre ability to read everything in his own language would fade, or falter, or give some clue as to its nature (besides, of course, being impossible).
ZEX sat down, gave the room a glance to see if there were any naked humans prancing his way (why did that never seem to happen?), and again somewhat disappointed, looked back down to the cover of the book. He studied it and the letters across it with a somewhat inappropriate intensity. What did human writing even look like, anyway?
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So discovering, after some waiting, that his human love would not be seeing him right away was something of a disappointment.
Of course, he would see him later that day, surely, and it was only a matter of passing time until then, but still! ZEX hated to be disappointed.
As it was, he took down a book from a shelf, not particularly paying any attention to the author or the title. What he was interested in was the writing... perhaps if he applied himself, this bizarre ability to read everything in his own language would fade, or falter, or give some clue as to its nature (besides, of course, being impossible).
ZEX sat down, gave the room a glance to see if there were any naked humans prancing his way (why did that never seem to happen?), and again somewhat disappointed, looked back down to the cover of the book. He studied it and the letters across it with a somewhat inappropriate intensity. What did human writing even look like, anyway?
[Free~]