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Faja [alien, via translator]: thanks for subduing that quadril earlier.
Prak [human]: it’s my job. I’m security. Why are you following me?
F: I was wondering about your digits. You have so many of them.
P: … my fingers?
F: and the plates at the end of them. It seems a strange place for armor.
P: … my fingernails??? They aren’t armor they're keratin.
F: Fascinating. And then there’s the fact that your hair is sparse. What function does it serve?
P: I don’t know?? Why do you have a beak and how can you speak without lips???
F: are you curious about my species? Let me tell you!
P: nope, nope, I’m good!
[Prak slips into his room and shuts the door. Faja texts them on aer watch]
F:
- if you ever have time I’d love to hear more about humans!
- Your biology is so weird!