#hal-assan

[irrfahrer]

"I picked a whole kriffin' bouquet of whoopsie daisies." (-gently hands yvair to ziv because this reminded me so much of something hed say-)

Ziv looked at the other alien for a alot longer time than she should be, the fluffy, farest tip of her tail flicking endlessly as if she was an thoughtful Loth-cat. "Okay, ", she stated eventually, colourless ears pinned back in focus: "-I am kriffing confused right now, like not by your looks and voice, those are kriffing epic and I am enjoying every minute of them not gonna kriffing lie, " Ziv was not enjoying anything visually , considering as a Tynnan she had a very bad eyesight and the other was nothing but a stick of blurred colours in her eyesight that turned everything into a painting of wet watercolous past her outstretched arms. Automatically she leaned forward and like a sleuth took a deep sniff of the air around the other alien to check for the scent fo fresh blood, the adrenaline a injury could have caused or the sour scent of by fever caused sweat: "-but actually by your kriffing words-" He had found her behind the small round cabine she had rented at the edge of the spaceharbour with the last streaks of green sunlight still reaching down into the town like long, green plantranks. The Tynnan was kneeling on the raised-bed with her knees on the dark soil and her small paws continueing to weed between the lines of vegetablesprouts automatically, even though she was not looking at the weeds she was plucking out precisely while sparing the actual vegetable sprouts. It was a quiet evening- the starharbour napped early in the last streaks of green sunlight like an lazy cat and accoridngly the streets were almost empty and the windowshuts closed as if it was already late in the night. "-like, do you mean that you actually plucked flowers for whatever kriffing reason or did you just collected a lot of suprises that leave you stunned and maybe even injured so I need to treat you? Just work with me here, cub, I am kriffing trying to understand."

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[irrfahrer]

“back off” ( @splinteredglass; Tamlen. because honestly? He WOULD stop someone from touching another without permission, especially in a case like Ziv 🥺🥺😭)

The Cantina was at this hour of the evening busy with life- people stood so close that it was almost impossible to move, stark wetness ran from the transperisteel-scuttles and the air was thick from the smoke of burned Marcan Herb whichs violet smoke hung in the air like veils.

Between the tall people Ziv had to stretch out her elbows to carry the drinks over to the table where she had parked Tamlen with his broken foot set up on a low stool. It was as if she was swimming through the thick air and between knees like through thick water, trying her best to not be pushed over. Almost she was back to her chair, when there suddenly landed a big hand on her head, making the Tynnan promptly tense as if she had been hit. The big fingers ran through her soft fur, completely ignoring how she started to growl and holding to the drinks in her paws as if they were anchors to keep her calm:  “What adorable little thing you are-”, the stranger ummed happily, openly very drunk and probably thinking the Tynnan was the cantinas pub-cat. Ziv always hated to be touched without her permission, even as a child she had started to hiss and bite when one of her clan members would pick her up to help her walk and even now, years later, there was a growl when she snapped around. The cups in her paws chinked miserably. Tamlen was faster. “Back off!”,Tamlen said loud, “Kriff off!”, Ziv growled even louder from between gritted teeth, pelt bristled and ears put flat against her head even though she was not only directing her words against the stranger but also against Tamlen. The air in the cantina was so thick it felt as if it was better drinkable than breathable. Flinching back the STranger looked from one to the other and then in a sudden enlightenment that was pure survival instinct, decided to step far enough away for the Tynnan to stop snarling and turn from the stranger back to the other man, her razorsharp teeth bared as if she was an animal ready to forget barking and already ready to start biting: “What the kriff- do you think I can not look after myself or what? News -flask, Kriffer, but I am not as adorable and helpless as this guy is thinking I am, in fact I am more than capable to bite off some Kriffers fingers if he touches me without me wanting to or only if he is annoying enough like you are at the moment, so there is nothing you need to kriffing do, can you kriffing imagine.”

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