Misunderstood Giant: Siren

Namekian to Namekian, out of innocent curiosity from Siren-

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"Ghk-!" Piccolo was taken by surprise when the other Namekian leaned in to press an ear to his chest, his arms slightly sticking out to the sides as he wasn't sure if he should push the other away or not. He could sense there wasn't any ill intent, so maybe it wouldn't hurt.. He hadn't encountered another of his kind in a while anyway.

Even from a mere visual observation, it was likely that anyone could note his innocence. When finished, he would bring himself fully upright once more; a soft gaze meeting the elder.

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What’s your favorite strategy for avoiding tough situations?

How often do you do things just for the attention?

Would you prefer to be manipulated or to be the manipulator?

What is something someone always tells you to do more of?

What is something someone always tells you to do less of?

Who do you look to blame when things go wrong?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish was true?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish wasn’t true?

When was the last time you lied to protect your image?

How often do you put on a happy face when you’re really not feeling it?

When do you think you began putting your guard up so much?

Who made you feel most anxious when you were a kid?

How do you speak about others when they’re not around?

What aspect of your life are you most delusional about?

How often do your admit you were wrong?

Which one of your biggest flaws do you like to rationalize the most?

Is it your fear of commitment or your fear of intimacy that makes you shut down more?

At what stage of a relationship are you most likely to withdraw emotionally?

What is the one compliment you always get that you’re too embarrassed to accept, so you deflect it?

What would someone say is your worst habit?

What is the one insecurity you are pretty sure has some basis in reality?

When was the last time you felt really insecure about the parts of yourself you pretend don’t exist?

What is the most interesting white lie you’ve told?

Do you ever feel like an imposter?

Do your friends know how competitive you are?

What’s the hardest thing about being rejected?

How do you deal when you know you’re being irrationally jealous?

How do you deal when you know someone’s not willing to give you what you want?

Are you ever afraid of people knowing who you really are?

If you went to a therapist today, what would they say is holding you back the most?

When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?

Is your need for revenge greater than your need for peace?

Have you stopped trying to control things yet?

Which parts of yourself do you still seek validation for?

How do you cope with being unfairly ignored?

Do you like punishing yourself for things that are out of your control?

What does someone say is your biggest problem when communicating?

Are you okay with not knowing what happens next?

Will you ever feel okay with being imperfect?

Does sabotaging yourself give you an odd sense of comfort?

How do you feel about being disliked by some people?

What’s the strangest thing you’ve done just to avoid failure?

What is the biggest risk you’ve taken just to prove yourself?

What’s the boldest thing you do every day, just to feel like you’re still in control?

What accusation would you defend yourself most fiercely against, even though you know it’s true?

What’s the most toxic thing about yourself you actually kind of secretly like?

How much do you enjoy being in control?

When do you give yourself permission to lose control?

What guilty pleasure are you currently justifying to yourself?

What is the most passive-aggressive way you’ve dealt with your rage?

What is the pettiest and most immature way you’ve avoided losing face?

What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?

How do you get your needs met when you’re alone?

What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve done to please people?

What is the most ridiculous way you’ve rebelled?

What’s your favorite way to channel your aggression?

How do you cope with being betrayed?

Are you okay with disliking someone?

What is your favorite form of self-destruction?

What’s the one thing you struggle most to manifest in your life?

What’s the one thing that you manifest so easily, people are jealous of it?

What’s the most irrational reason you’ve ever had for disliking someone?

What is one fear that you’d be ashamed of your friends knowing about?

Which one of your deepest secrets do you think is the least common?

How do people normally find out you hate them?

What is your go-to strategy to deflect criticism, even constructive criticism?

What is one thing people always get wrong about you?

What emotion motivates you the most when you’re down?

What emotion makes you want to give up?

Are people shocked when you stand up for yourself?

How often do you say yes to the things you really want to say yes to?

How often do you say no to the things that make your skin crawl?

How far are you willing to go to maintain a relationship, even an unhealthy one?

What is the worst way someone’s ever abandoned you?

What is the worst way you’ve ever abandoned yourself?

How do you entertain yourself when you’re not around people?

Are you happier alone because you enjoy being alone or because you prefer it to being surrounded by horrible people?

What habit do you know you could quit but don’t want to?

What is your favorite strategy for avoiding difficult people?

What is your favorite strategy for avoiding conflict?

What is the weirdest thing that gets you angry?

What is the weirdest thing that makes you sad?

How often do you take responsibility for other people’s crappy behavior?

When are you most likely to shut people out?

Which insecurity would shock people if they knew about it?

What do you find yourself justifying to people, even when no justification is needed?

When was the last time you tried to please someone who made you angry?

What do people often tell you need to focus more on?

What do people often tell you need to focus less on?

“Are you cold?”

“Where’d you put it?”

“You got this for me…?”

“Did you hear the news?”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Did you seriously buy that?”

“How long ago did it happen?”

“Who do you have a crush on?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Did you have anyone in mind?”

“Have there been any updates?”

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“Did you make this? It’s beautiful!”

“You’re sticking to that story, huh?”

“Do you need something to drink?”

“I didn’t catch that, what’d you say?”

“Can I make you something to eat?”

“Why are you the way that you are?”

“You sound like a frog, are you sick?”

“How have you survived for so long?”

“Did you hear anything else about it?”

“What happened? This wasn’t like this.”

“You mind if I crash here for the night?”

“Do you want to just… get out of here?”

“Do you think I deserve to be forgiven?”

“What, you’ve never been here before?”

“Hold on, where’s this all coming from?”

“Does that sound like its getting closer?”

“Have you ever been to (place) before?”

“Why can’t you be honest with yourself?”

“Do you need somewhere to stay tonight?”

“I… I don’t understand, what’s happening?”

“Why do you let them talk to you like that?”

“Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Do you think people can earn forgiveness?”

“How long have you been dealing with this?”

“Why don’t you admit when you need help?”

“Why don’t you ever tell the truth, not ever?”

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?”

“What makes you think I don’t care about you?”

“Why do you think you can get away with this?”

“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

“Who made you feel like you don’t deserve love?”

“Are you okay…? ‘Cause you don’t seem very okay.”

“Do you think you have feelings for (her/him/them)?”

“Why can’t you be honest about what you’re feeling?”

“What makes you think this is going to end well for you?”

“Seriously, you’re telling me you’ve never tried it before?”

“Do you think you’re better than everyone else, is that it?”

“Really? Do you really think that little of me that you think I’d do that?”

Her giggles certainly made him enjoy all of it more; her precious amusement and warm presence making him feel safer than anywhere else frankly ever could. He loved to learn new things with her, and wanted her to show him anything she’d like to.

When she’d begun rubbing at his forearms, he’d purr quietly; soft rumblings escaping him. And when she reciprocated his feelings?

“I… Like you a lot. Feel… Different.”

Feeling that tail wiggling between them, he at least understood that bunnies did something similar, and found even greater joy from feeling such a thing from the little rabbit. His hands, then, would gently rub along her sides; snuggling himself into her as much as she’d like him to, and watching the movie.

Oohs and Ahh’s would leave him, even at the very beginning of it, but his mind dared not leave the bliss he felt, from just holding her in his arms, and keeping her close to him. This liking he had for her seemed different, for any liking he had for any of his campmates.

Her heart was racing as he continued speaking of his feelings, having a feeling of what he may be trying to say. She could only hope her assumption was correct as she felt the same way.

She tilted her head back to look up at him, cheeks so very red and her eyes having a hopeful glimmer.

“Do you mean.. that you love me?”

She wasn’t sure if his group had taught him the meaning of that word and if not, she likely would have a difficult time properly explaining. While he watched the movie, her attention was on him for a moment before returning to the TV, the feeling of the rubbing at her sides making her shiver a bit.

When she tilted her head back, and he saw the little rabbit's cheeks, though, his own cheeks felt hot, and his gaze couldn't leave hers in the slightest.

"Yes... I... Love you."

How he came about the understanding of love, though, was thanks to the pinings of Hum, a female Majin, towards Hati, the camp's leader. To him, love was a longing for one's attention and companionship. To share each other's touch and feelings, and feel comfortable while doing so. Sure, Hati rejected the advances, but Hum's behaviors were what Siren picked up on.

He only managed to say such a thing, though, just as she turned her attention back to the TV; those shivers of hers not stopping him, but making him press lightly into his rubbing of her sides. A soft massage.

The little rabbit’s affections only seemed to increase in the ways she gave it to him; the tilt towards Siren making him hum softly.

Every time she would tend to give his big hand a gentle squeeze with those little hands of hers, he would return it in kind; reciprocating her gestures of care for him. Bringing her joy, even though he didn’t know how exactly he did so, made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

While the two of them just sat there, Siren didn’t seem at all impatient; his gaze locked on her own eyes and face. He simply smiled at Tater; his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing her hand. It calmed him more. Though… She had a knack for doing that to him, all by herself.

“Okay…”

When she released his hand and got up, he wasn’t paranoid enough to assume she’d just leave him there; an eager expression plastering itself on his visage, as she left to get blankets and the remote from the coffee table. The moment she moved to sit, however, his arms would stretch to wrap around her waist, and pull her into his lap softly; Siren resting his cheek against the top of her head.

“Is this… Okay? Is this… Movies?”

She squeaked softly when she found herself in his lap suddenly, his arms surrounding her petite form. This brought an intense blush to her cheeks as her ears stuck to the sides as to not be in his face.

“Ah-! Th-This is fine.. Not movies yet. We need to find one to watch, first.”

She couldn’t help but giggle, finding the question to be cute. She turned on the TV and went to a streaming app, scrolling through the options before picking one she thinks he would like. Given his personality, she figured he might like something more family-oriented.

“Find one… Sitting?”

Poor Siren just didn’t know how televisions or movies worked quite yet; leaving him to think that movies were more… living things, like a bird. When she giggled, though, and turned on that TV, an amazed and soft “Woahhhh” left the Namekian’s lips.

Moving pictures had him leaning forward a bit; likely pressing his front against her back a little bit. He was careful of her comfort, though, and didn’t move too much. Whatever they watched, he was likely still going to have his mind on her, and having her in his arms again.

“I… Like you. You… Keep me warm.”

She smiled a bit at his question, not sure how to exactly explain the phrasing. Though she did give a soft giggle of amusement when he was amazed by the TV turning on. His awe at thins she thought were mundane was precious.

Her smile grew at his reaction to the movie, her hands rubbing at his forearms gently. She didn’t mind him leaning forward. If anything, it had her heart skipping a beat at the closeness. His next words, though, brought more warmth to her cheeks.

“I-I like you too.”

When she'd begun rubbing at his forearms, he'd purr quietly; soft rumblings escaping him. And when she reciprocated his feelings?

"I... Like you a lot. Feel... Different."

Feeling that tail wiggling between them, he at least understood that bunnies did something similar, and found even greater joy from feeling such a thing from the little rabbit. His hands, then, would gently rub along her sides; snuggling himself into her as much as she'd like him to, and watching the movie.

The little rabbit’s affections only seemed to increase in the ways she gave it to him; the tilt towards Siren making him hum softly.

Every time she would tend to give his big hand a gentle squeeze with those little hands of hers, he would return it in kind; reciprocating her gestures of care for him. Bringing her joy, even though he didn’t know how exactly he did so, made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

While the two of them just sat there, Siren didn’t seem at all impatient; his gaze locked on her own eyes and face. He simply smiled at Tater; his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing her hand. It calmed him more. Though… She had a knack for doing that to him, all by herself.

“Okay…”

When she released his hand and got up, he wasn’t paranoid enough to assume she’d just leave him there; an eager expression plastering itself on his visage, as she left to get blankets and the remote from the coffee table. The moment she moved to sit, however, his arms would stretch to wrap around her waist, and pull her into his lap softly; Siren resting his cheek against the top of her head.

“Is this… Okay? Is this… Movies?”

She squeaked softly when she found herself in his lap suddenly, his arms surrounding her petite form. This brought an intense blush to her cheeks as her ears stuck to the sides as to not be in his face.

“Ah-! Th-This is fine.. Not movies yet. We need to find one to watch, first.”

She couldn’t help but giggle, finding the question to be cute. She turned on the TV and went to a streaming app, scrolling through the options before picking one she thinks he would like. Given his personality, she figured he might like something more family-oriented.

"Find one... Sitting?"

Poor Siren just didn't know how televisions or movies worked quite yet; leaving him to think that movies were more... living things, like a bird. When she giggled, though, and turned on that TV, an amazed and soft "Woahhhh" left the Namekian's lips.

Moving pictures had him leaning forward a bit; likely pressing his front against her back a little bit. He was careful of her comfort, though, and didn't move too much. Whatever they watched, he was likely still going to have his mind on her, and having her in his arms again.

"I... Like you. You... Keep me warm."

That giggle of hers… He couldn’t quite place why, but hearing it gave him a fluttery feeling in his chest. It made his cheeks warm, too. If he saw a reflective surface, he’d even realize that it made those same cheeks a different color. He absent-mindedly squeezed her hand in return; not realizing that he was entranced by her giggly demeanor.

“Another… H-Home?” Oh no, when she sat down, she looked away from him, and her ears lowered. Usually, he took those things as signs of being upset. He’d seen as much from one or two people at his camp… Usually before he or someone else got yelled at. Worriedly, he zoned out for a moment; not responding to confirm or deny such a possibility, until…

That smile of hers pulled him back in; pats to the couch spot next to her making the 8'0" behemoth relocate to the spot, and immediately sit next to her. A hum of consideration for her previous idea was audibly made.

“Quieter… Home. Happier.”

He’d keep his gaze on her; taking her hand again, and lacing their fingers together. It was a yes, in his own way.

“As many movies… As you want. I will… Stay.”

His cheeks still hadn’t gone back to their green hue, and a bead of sweat seemed to roll down his face.

She perked up when he came to sit beside her, his weight on the couch causing her to slightly tilt toward him. Well, that and she just wanted to be closer to him.

Hearing that he was happier here had her heart skipping a beat along with how he locked their fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze as she looked up to him with a happy smile. And hearing his agreement to multiple movies only increased her joy.

“Wonderful!”

She knew she had to go grab a blanket for them, but she didn’t want to move just yet. It was a minute or two later that she forced herself to get up, reluctantly releasing his hand as she offered an apologetic smile.

“I’ll be right back.”

Every time she would tend to give his big hand a gentle squeeze with those little hands of hers, he would return it in kind; reciprocating her gestures of care for him. Bringing her joy, even though he didn't know how exactly he did so, made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

While the two of them just sat there, Siren didn't seem at all impatient; his gaze locked on her own eyes and face. He simply smiled at Tater; his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing her hand. It calmed him more. Though... She had a knack for doing that to him, all by herself.

"Okay..."

When she released his hand and got up, he wasn't paranoid enough to assume she'd just leave him there; an eager expression plastering itself on his visage, as she left to get blankets and the remote from the coffee table. The moment she moved to sit, however, his arms would stretch to wrap around her waist, and pull her into his lap softly; Siren resting his cheek against the top of her head.

If Siren was anything, it was patient; having learned to wait at the camp. If it was for her, he’d be as patient as could be. Besides, he knew that the embrace’s end had to happen, in order for them to get to her apartment.

Watching her ears move up and down, Siren thought she was the most pleasant thing he’d ever laid his eyes upon; the thought only reinforced by her thumb rubbing his hand. Instinctively, he’d return the gesture in kind, though he didn’t think about lacing his fingers with hers. He wouldn’t have minded it, though.

Pulled into her abode, the gargantuan had to duck his head just slightly, to fit through the doorway; the interior of her home earning a wide-eyed exploration of everything around him. This was the first time he’d ever been in a fully-walled setting, let alone someone’s home. That hue would return to his cheeks, due to the new experience, but being led into the living room, he seemed to focus, again, on her.

“I like… Your home.”

Unsure of what to do, he’d simply follow her directions; trusting her completely, to guide him as she saw fit to.

She giggled bashfully at his words, her cheeks tinting pink again as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m glad you do. I’d like for this t-to be considered another home to you..” She went over to sit on the couch, pressing her fingers together shyly as she had her gaze directed to the floor with her ears slightly lowering in her embarrassment.

She then cleared her throat and gave him a sheepish smile, cheeks still flushed before she patted the couch next to her to indicate for him to come sit as well. She wanted to get the movies started so they could possibly snuggle faster.

"Another... H-Home?" Oh no, when she sat down, she looked away from him, and her ears lowered. Usually, he took those things as signs of being upset. He'd seen as much from one or two people at his camp... Usually before he or someone else got yelled at. Worriedly, he zoned out for a moment; not responding to confirm or deny such a possibility, until...

That smile of hers pulled him back in; pats to the couch spot next to her making the 8'0" behemoth relocate to the spot, and immediately sit next to her. A hum of consideration for her previous idea was audibly made.

"Quieter... Home. Happier."

He'd keep his gaze on her; taking her hand again, and lacing their fingers together. It was a yes, in his own way.

"As many movies... As you want. I will... Stay."

He never fully understood how a single person could put him at ease, like she could, but he never once questioned it, either. Even if he’d grown up with those at his encampment, she seemed to be his comfort from even them.

“I would… Like that.”

A soft groan of equal reluctance would leave him, quietly, after she pulled away. However, taking one of his hands earned her yet another bright smile from the Namekian. He’d return the gentle squeeze, and hum happily once more.

He wouldn’t complain if she didn’t let go of him, but hearing her admit such a thing, herself, made Siren chuckle quietly. Without fail or hesitation, he’d follow her; ignoring all other sights to be seen around them, and solely focusing on her. Whatever went on in his head, it was obvious that she was on his mind in that very moment.

She gave him a small smile, understanding his displeasure at the hug ending. She wasn’t too happy about it either, but they could pick it back up once they got to her apartment.

Her ears slightly moved up and down as she led him along, her thumb rubbing his hand gently. She thought about lacing their fingers together briefly but wasn’t sure if it would be proper just yet.

Watching her ears move up and down, Siren thought she was the most pleasant thing he'd ever laid his eyes upon; the thought only reinforced by her thumb rubbing his hand. Instinctively, he'd return the gesture in kind, though he didn't think about lacing his fingers with hers. He wouldn't have minded it, though.

Pulled into her abode, the gargantuan had to duck his head just slightly, to fit through the doorway; the interior of her home earning a wide-eyed exploration of everything around him. This was the first time he'd ever been in a fully-walled setting, let alone someone's home. That hue would return to his cheeks, due to the new experience, but being led into the living room, he seemed to focus, again, on her.

"I like... Your home."