🎃halloween | au!cory & au!iwai - alien @temporalobjects
Cory winces as he hears the clattering of pans, the metal banging as it falls from where they were stacked feet high and clamours down onto the tiled kitchen floor with it’s dirty grout. Quickly his arms lift, readying himself for the boot that usually comes next. “Damn...! Clumsy rat!” Standing easily 3/4 of a meter taller than him the bar owner yells as he bears down on the shorter, younger and fairer alien.
Cory’s species, known for their soft skin with pretty markings were not often seen in this part of the quadrant - it had cost a pretty penny to buy him from the smugglers that roared through this outpost over a moon cycle ago, and sometimes the bar owner wonders why he bothered. A female probably would have garnered more attention, not to mention they might have been more useful than this kid. Who seemed good at nothing but making a mess and being in the way! He was shit behind the bar and very rarely returned a happy customer when he was picked to go upstairs - too awkward! With those big, wounded eyes that just seemed to put good paying customers off!
“This smugglers come through again, I’ve a right mind to sell you back to them!” He yells, the man a 7ft humanoid with a drooping snout that crinkled at the end. The top of his head almost completely bald, but for some sun spots and a few sprouting white hairs. As the kick comes Cory lets out a pained yelp, falling forward a little and clutching at the leg of a high table, before looking back with wide, pained, emerald green eyes that seemed to swirl with more intense colour. This is exactly what he means! No one would want to get frisky with that! Even with skin softly sun kissed from the desert planet’s hot atmosphere, orange markings like pretty splotches having darkened against somewhat squishy cheeks and his temple - nestled up into strawberry blonde hair in fluffy curls - he wasn’t going to get any business looking like that!
It didn’t help that Cory’s people were almost natural telepaths. With one simple touch of skin on skin Cory could tell someone their greatest fear or true thoughts... the type of clientele they see really don’t want to hear that when they want to get freaky!
“You can’t serve without making a mess, you can’t wash without breaking things and no one has hired you in a week because you look like you want to cry not give a man his greatest night! I might as well just cut my losses and feed you to the bazors!” He yells again, this time raising a fist like he’s going for a hit, leaving Cory to yelp as he curls up and cowers.