There was a mixture of various noises from the aliens in the room. The rumbling voice had distracted the bird-man.
Tommy definitely hadn't been scared by the voice, no way. Big men don't get scared, they get startled.
The bird-man had chirped something to the hoofed thing with the rumbly voice. Tommy had no idea what they were saying but the chirps sounded different than when they had been directed at him.
The hoofed thing seemed to leave the room. Tommy wondered why for a second before the blue bitch also left. Leaving him alone with the bird-man.
Tommy was pretty sure the bird-man was shorter than him (although it was pretty hard to tell with them both all crouched down). Maybe he would be able to beat him up and run before on of the other aliens came back.
Strangely, Tommy didn't really want to do that though.
They had literally kidnapped him, stranger danger or some shit.
Tommy was snapped from his thoughts when he heard more chirps coming from the other figure that remained in the room.
"Tweet tweet, bitch," Tommy mumbled, not really sure what to say when he was 99% sure that they couldn't understand him.
The bird-man continued with his chirping, not trying to reach for or approach Tommy. Now, Tommy wasn't magically at ease but he certainly wasn't going to scream bloody murder when the bird-man shifted slightly.
Tommy slightly regretted his split second decision to climb under the (what he assumed was a) bed. It was incredibly uncomfortable, cramped and it was taking a lot for him to not sneeze because because of the dust. The door opened after a little while and the blue bitch came back in.
The two aliens spoke (chirped and chittered?) to each other before the blue one crouched down, setting a tray of various items that Tommy had absolutely clue what they were next to the bird-man. Then they backed up, Tommy thinks they sit back in the chair they had been in when he woke up, but he really couldn't see over there, so he redirected his attention to the bird-man and the tray of mysteries.
The bird-man met his eyes, a non-threatening smile on his face. He seemed to think for a moment, before opening a packaged item on the tray. He gestured to one of the small cubes he pulled out before popping it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. The bird-man slowly pushed the rest of the package under the bed, just with-in reach of Tommy.
Was he trying to get him to eat these? The cubes kinda looked like caramels except they were green. Tommy's suspicion look at the feathered man was returned with a chirp.
"Fucking, alien drugs," Tommy grumbled, not moving the offered package.
An expression flickered across the bird-man's face, too quick for Tommy to register what it was.
The bird-man's wings ruffled slightly, more soft chirping coming from him.
"Still can't understand you, but I'm not eating your diseased caramels."
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Phil had continued his one-sided conversation with the child who was curled under the bed, even after Wilbur had left the room, saying something about raiding his snack cupboard for things the kid could hopefully safely eat.
Normally Phil would be annoyed with someone going through his snack stash, as they could only restock them every so often, but with the fact him and the child seemed to be the most similar, hopefully their diets would also be similar.
Phil's full attention was pulled back to the kid as he heard him mumble something. Phil probably wouldn't have been able to make it out even if he could understand the child's language.
Phil continued with his (hopefully) comforting chirps. Hey, at least the kid wasn't screaming like he was with Wilbur. At least, Phil hopes that's a good thing. While the kid was definitely a nestling if his visible age was similar to avians, his species didn't chirp as far as he could tell, so Phil could actually just be confusing this kid more than comforting.
Wilbur came back to the spare bedroom after a few minutes with a tray of various foods.
"I'm not entirely sure what's in most of these, but I figured you'd know better than me so I brought a lot," Wilbur explained as he set down the tray next to Phil, backing up to the chair across the room.
Phil glanced at the various packages. He vetoed a couple immediately because even though they were safe for him, there were ingredients in them that weren't necessarily uncommon to be poisonous for species. He also disregarded a few simply because a lot of species think they taste awful.
Phil eventually settled on some vitamin cubes. They weren't the tastiest but they weren't bad either, and they were safe for far more species than they weren't. They also, as the name suggested, had a lot of vitamins in them.
Phil opened the package, making sure that the nestling.... That the kid was watching him, and ate one. The avian hoped this would show that he could eat them.
He gently pushed the mostly full package under the bed, not getting to close to the curled-up figure so he wouldn't panic.
Phil wasn't incredibly surprised when the kid didn't seem to have any intention to eat the cubes. He didn't have any real reason to trust him and his crew, unfortunately.
The kid muttered something, a distrustful glare fixed on the package that sat between them.
Phil was a lot more concerned about the child's refusal of the food than he really should be. His wings ruffled slightly.
"They're safe to eat, we have no intention of hurting you," Phil reassured despite the language barrier.
He really wished the Language Learner was a fast device.
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When Did I Become The Alien? (SBI Fic)
Fanfiction"A handful of people from all walks of life, chosen at random by a raffle to board the S.M.P.C and travel the stars to the new Earth!" The international announcement had excited everyone, especially the people who couldn't have dreamed of paying fo...
