So how does Pickal feel about the sleeping beauty that fell out of the sky? A mission to investigate a crash, and they're bringing home a whole man. His reaction when the thing wakes up and looks at him with those soulful brown eyes? Like a sad, wet dog.
He's not sure what, but it was like he was suddenly falling. Like the ground had given way beneath him and he'd found himself in zero gravity. Not- not space. Space is cold. And he'd felt anything but. It was like he'd been dropped in... what? A warm, cozy breeze? That's ridiculous, that's- that's... fuck, what is that? An oxymoron? Falling isn't warm and gentle. It hurts. And yet...
He hasn't even realized his stubby little tail is wagging... worse, he hasn't realized he's holding his breath and just... staring. Worse, he hasn't noticed that the miserable, soggy twig of a saiyan is absolutely terrified of him.
Worst of all, Tatto's mate noticed. And he already knows more about what Pickal is experiencing than Pickal himself.
"Gh..." He makes a strange, choked noise. And he stands. It's sudden. Too fast. And he nods once in a curt greeting, trusting his companions to have this handled... which he's absolutely never done before. Then Pickal promptly turns and marches his ass right outside to try catch his breath because-
