@heylingoth signed on the dotted line.
* ᴡʜᴀᴛ in the hell was that?
At first glance, Tagora had thought the figure out his window was a particularly gutsy lowblood, hair dyed red as if it were something to be proud of—as if all the effort of bleaching and coloring was worth it to announce to the world at large, ❛ hey, look at me, I’ll live a thankless, miserable life of manual labor for a dozen sweeps or until the drones get to me, whichever comes first ❜. Then, as he’d paused to look for any other potential signs of rebel affiliation as grounds for culling, it’d all struck him: horns not just nubby but entirely absent, skin milky and soft-looking, hair bright, mutant red. Either a hopelessly deformed troll or an alien.
He was out of his hive in moments, stride long, business card at the ready. The past perigree had been slow; a few more caegars, whatever he could get for this wreck on two legs, would do him some good (and hopefully enough good to replenish his rainbow drinker serum for the next perigree). With any luck, an alien might further net him a more impressive settlement, maintaining the purity and-slash-or security of the homeworld and all that. Either way, he plastered on his most professional, subtly sharp-toothed smile as he approached, eyes flickering over a number of questionable fashion choices and more inches of height over himself than he was strictly comfortable with before settling on the alien’s face.
❝ Evening, sir. I couldn’t help but notice you don’t seem to be of the planet’s native species. ❞ This close, even the alien’s scent was off. He doubted a blind troll wouldn’t have noticed. ❝ I would advise legislaceration services to avoid any unsolicited or shock-related cullings, if you haven’t pursued them already. ❞ There was his business card, presented in all its laminated, practiced-cursive glory between two immaculately-manicured fingers.
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