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A group of Yautjas have made quite a name for themselves, and have a reputation that is well known amongst everyone. Alone, they were tolerable, yet together, no one wanted anything to do with them, and they were always given their space, no matter where they went.
They called themselves the Combaticons, and one of their favorite places to hang out was a bar that was frequented by their kind and humans.
Both have learned to exist together for many years. For the most part, anyway. A relationship between different species may not be entirely harmonious, but they can coexist in the same area or collaborate on tasks without too many problems.
Vortex, however, was still up to his usual tricks. He has had his vision set on a certain human for some time. A regular who comes to the same bar and sits in their spot like they own it. The teal Yautja couldn't explain to the others why this one was picked over all the humans; all he knew was that he needed to approach and finally get a closer view.
He steps over to the bar to order another drink and purposely stands beside the human. At first, he focuses on the bartender, but he can't help but peer over to the small being to take in the sight.
The size difference.
The desire to wrap his hand around their throat.
