Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

12. Of Irk and Earth

(Someone requested a drawing of spunk so....here you go!!)

"Hey, Spunk? How do the control brains control the Irken species?" I questioned, glancing towards the small form of the irken across from me.

Spunk and I had crossed paths once again and decided to get some food. The hard earned Monies now spent on a sickly sweet beverage that irkens call "Shmoothy". Real original, I know.

"I didnt expect you to find out about them so quickly..." he confessed, pushing his drink to the side and leaning his arms in its place.

Before I could respond a food service drone had arrived, placing down a large plate of nachos that we ordered a good five minutes ago.

It looked like any nachos youd find on earth, covered in warm, melty cheese and a bold red sauce that peeked out from underneath it. The dish released a gentle stream of smoke that was absorbed in flavour, giving me the urge to dive headfirst into the plate.

"Thank you." I said, looking towards the food service drone with a grateful smile.

To say the irken was suprised was a little bit of an understatement.

She had pushed her hands together, fiddling with the ends of her three fingers and gave a sheepish smile. Her eyes had scrunched up joyously and looked back at our table more than once as she left. I suppose the smallest gestures can really make an irkens day, huh?

It made me feel pretty good, actually. The smile didnt go unnoticed by Spunk, however.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, tilting his head in bewilderment as his antennae perked up in alert.

"I was just being polite. It's not a big deal"

Spunks antennae flopped back down as he released a low sigh and sat up in his seat.

"I'm not against you being nice to irkens. I know you humans have this wierd moral thing....but...we arent really allowed to praise irkens of lower ranks." He spoke, honestly.

He was now leaning back against the chair, fiddling with the end of his antennae in an anxious manner. His gaze was set on nothing and they never stopped flickering over the room. If he didnt stop acting so nervous, then I was sure he'd end up having another anxiety attack.

I placed a hand over his own, gently removing them from his antennae, and rubbing my thumb over his knuckles in hopes of calming him down.

"What's wrong?" I asked slowly, not ceasing my motion and looking into his eyes, which had finally settled onto me.

"I....Its you, honestly...." he spoke, quickly peeling his eyes away from me and focusing them towards anywhere else.

I urged him to continue.

"I'm just so confused" he sighed, looking back at me once again. "You're constantly making me question the Armada and you always make me feel strange....like I'm....not supposed to be here..."

His eyes reveal his conflict, clearly shown as he continues to lock his eyes on my form before removing them completely. He seemed conflicted not just in what he was telling me but also how he was treating me.

"I'm not supposed to get along with you this well....you're not even an Irken...." he continues, pulling his hands out of my own and resting them on the table once more.

"Maybe that's why we get on so well, Spunk." I started, pulling his attention back onto myself.

"If I was an irken, I dont think youd be telling me this. Maybe your fear of another irken telling someone how you feel makes you anxious. Like it's a crime..." I explained, looking towards the struggling irken in front of me.