Fight, Flight, or Gut You Like A Fish?

Say Cheese

》Ayull pov《

The weapon is beautiful, the wood accents the dark rock well, and the leathers are nice and soft. A weapon truly fitting of the 'ooman. I do find it funny, how they have all of this tech before them and they choose some of the most primitive items.

'This 'ooman and rock weapons'

I chuckle to myself. Just then my gauntlet beeps, signaling that I am needed on deck. Still I relish in this moment just a second longer. I never noticed how cold, yet warm the 'ooman is. How small their frame is compared to mine, and how the beating of their heart stirs a sort of instinct. The instinct to protect, to keep, to calm. I can already feel my purr welling up, the need to calm their racing heart almost distracting me from the task at hand.

"We-go" I take the weapon from their hands as I stand.

"Where are we going?" 'Ooman asks, stretching their legs after being bent for so long.

"Others-need-us." I place the weapon on the largest wall next to the kiln. The light peeking out of the kiln dances elegantly on the wood.

"You mean Green and Red?" After saying that, and hearing my confused snort, the 'ooman revised;" it's what I've been calling you guys, in my head."

A small change in their hue spreads across their face, and the smell of embarrassment fills the air around them. I chuckle slightly at the thought of our nicknames. I've heard of 'oomans giving them to each other, either for simplicity or in the light of friendship. It makes me feel happy. They have become comfortable enough to give us names.

"We-go." The beeping on my gauntlet has become more insistent.

But I want to try something first.

》Y/N pov《

Well he took the idea of nicknames easier than I thought. He even chuckled a little ... I think. It's hard to tell without understanding them. Purple is about to start walking when he stops short of the door, and turns towards me.

I think he wants me to come closer, so I do. But he still doesn't move. Now I'm roughly an arms distance, well one of my arms at least. Then he does something very unexpected.

"I'm-gonna-hold-you." He stated more than asked.

Once again he lifts me up. He chuckles again at my squeak, and he situates me into a comfortable position. I am sitting on his left forearm, his hand resting under my thigh. My legs straddle his upper body, and instinctually my arm reaches around his shoulder.

"Oh, umm, ok." I say, now that I really don't have a choice.

Not that I'm complaining, I mean he is very comfortable. Though I do have to avoid the spikes and sharp edges of his armor. Unconsciously my body relaxes, his embrace feels nice.

'Fucking stolkholm syndrome!'

Purple walks us through the ship towards the deck, where Green and Red are waiting for us. A screen flashes with pictures, and words I can't understand. It looks to be pictures of the market, but they go by too fast for my brain to understand.

》Veta pov《

I cannot believe my eyes. Ayull, holding brave 'ooman, and the pleasant smell of happiness wafting off of them. It appears he took my advice to the next level. It's not enough to say I am pleased.

"Did you guys pauck?" Bahtoh ruins the moment.

"BAHTOH! What is wrong with you!?" I try to shove him hard, but he dodges.