Apr 2, 2024
She batted her eyelashes and flicked her tongue at him seductively, "Not who you were expecting?"
His mandibles clicked as he tried to find a way to respond -or excuse himself and flee if possible- only to freze when she leaned on the table with her elbows.
"Are you feeling... antsy?"
He was on, what must be, the worst blind-date any humanoid ant in the universe had ever been on, sitting across a female whose ancestors evolved SPECIFICALLY to eat his kind, and the fear for his very life was acknowledged-
With a pun. A bad pun.
She must've caught the scent equivalent of his laughter, as her tongue extended even farther. She flicked it in the direction of a passing waiter who buzzed in acknowledgment, zooming off to grab the night specials.