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“Wow. What a way to spend 72 hours,” Terry said, turning the television off with the click of a button. “What did you think? Didn’t that make you feel even a little better about humans?”
Korvo reflected back upon the sets of star-crossed lovers and their dramatic love affairs from the past three days. In reality, he had only agreed to watch the silly movies because he enjoyed being cuddled up on the couch with Terry, but he would never admit that so he tried to quickly form an opinion.
“Not really. I don’t understand the romantic appeal of kissing someone in the pouring rain. Is that a thing people do?”
Terry shrugged. “Oh, I’d try it. I hope someone loves me enough someday to kiss me in the rain.” he stared blissfully off into space.
For some reason, his statement tightened Korvo’s chest and left a knot in his stomach. “Well, maybe if you keep doing dumb human things you’ll find some dumb human to do it with,” Korvo stood up and began to fold the blanket they had been wrapped up in. “Do you know how heavy this robe would be wet? It would be ridiculous,” For some reason, his face was heating up. “But I suppose you’d have to actually respect traditional Schlorpian values to even wear the robe, so never mind.”
All of a sudden Korvo seemed really angry, so when he stormed out of the living room Terry decided it would be best to just leave him alone. Terry picked up the remote and turned the TV back on, hoping Korvo would be in a better mood after a rerun episode of some late night show.
Meanwhile, Korvo headed to the bathroom, hoping that a cold shower would clear his head of whatever weird thoughts had overtaken him after hearing Terry’s statement.
“Why would he even say something like that,” Korvo mumbled to himself, removing his socks and then his robe. “He’s told me he loves me before, am I not worthy of being the one to kiss him in the rain?”
Out of the corner of his eye, something on the counter near the sink caught his attention. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be some stupid human magazine, probably left behind by either Jesse or Terry. Normally, something like this wouldn’t interest Korvo, but something in the back of his mind insisted that he pick it up. Flipping through the pages, there was nothing to see but thin women with well-filled out chests and muscular men, with bodies that appeared to be chiseled from marble.
“I guess these are the kind of people Terry is imagining will kiss him in the rain,” Korvo practically threw the magazine back down, and his hands balled into fists unconsciously.
He decided to return to his task and began the shower, first turning on the faucet then allowing the water reach the perfect temperature before activating the shower head. Before hopping in, however, he caught a glimpse of himself in the adjacent mirror. His body barely resembled the Greek Gods from the human magazine. They were all hard lines and defined abs, meanwhile Korvo was considerably more round, and consisted of more squish than muscle. His face flushed in either shame or embarrassment or both, and he was quick to cut off his view with the shower curtain.
Although he was unable to come up with a reason for his anger, he was fuming.