The asshole was mispronouncing your name on purpose; you were sure of it. Anytime you would carefully belt out the syllables as clear as you could, he would always mess up and it would be on a different letter every single time, and it doesn’t help the fact that you’ve already mastered his weird as fuck alien name. It was also pretty obvious because the fucker would laugh, his mandibles clicking as he mimicked some human-like laugh that sounded familiar as hell to you, but you couldn’t quite place it.
To compensate, you would flip the hunter off and continue staring off into the great expanse of space (while also deciding to give the asshole a well deserving nickname while you were at it).
Your eyes looked from twinkling star to star, towards a moon you could probably float over to, and a planet that probably had toxic air engulfing it. Three years ago, give or take a few months cause your inner clock was absolute shit, if someone told you that you would be abducted and sent to a another planet to be hunted by a stronger species and then befriend someone of the same species and team up with them to take out the ones hunting you…, well, you would laugh and probably escort them to the nearest mental institute. But now that you were sitting in a space ship next to someone who could quite literally rip out your spine as easy as plucking a flower from a field, you started to believe in a whole lot more crazier shit.
“How far is it to earth anyway?”
During your time with your unlikely enemy turned friend, you found yourself sharing more about your life then you thought you would, but you figured talking to the hunter would be far better than going crazy like a few people did back on that planet.
You looked over at him and he surprisingly already had his arm out to you, your planet projecting as a mini hologram on his wrist as a time converted to “human hours” as he liked to call it was displayed.
At the speed you both were going now, it would take two years to get back to earth. You had no doubt in your mind that someone else probably already moved into your apartment, missing posters were probably taken down, and your family probably already finished funeral processions a week ago.
“Can we get there any faster?”
He turned to look at you then.
“Yeah,” you muttered, “guess not…, but uhh- thanks I guess. Even though I helped you out, you didn’t have to take me home.”
Besides being a total dick sometimes, you also learned that he absolutely loathed sappy shit. So you doubted he would give the same heartfelt sentiments that you just did, but whatever – you were human. Wasn’t it ok to show that sometimes?
“Talk like that again and I’ll mark you down as emergency food.”
You flipped him off again.
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