world.execute(me);

“You can’t cuddle the fuck out of me. Because there’s no fuck in my body. I can tell you the anatomy of my species’ body—” A hook takes him away from the stage because he just doesn’t get it.

“And here, I complimented you,” Karp barked. The Russian accent that was always reminiscent in his voice sharpened his tone. Not that it would help. “It’s not a flaw when it’s an insult, Narella, and you seem to only insult me. Is it because I can see your abandonment plain and clear?”

Karp watched Jacinta and when she shrugged, he gave a full-fledged smile. “You speak as if it doesn’t matter. In fact, it does. Kisses are a sign of intimacy and closeness and in truth... I’ve never been close enough to a person to kiss them,” he said, his usually monotonous voice laced with a bit f a tease. “And here you are, shrugging about it.”

Karp blinked, the new information taking longer to process than usual. His emotions took it upon themselves to react (even without the alien’s prior consent, unusual) and he suddenly felt sheepish. He looked down and the briefest smile flashed across his lips. “I... don’t know how,” he admitted, not answering the question.

Karp let out a disgruntled harrumph when someone bumped into him. Generally, the alien was quite stoic and didn’t express his emotion quite enough. However, getting detention for the UMPTEENTH time was starting to rattle him (”Mr. Jookiba, do tell me why designing a laser core for your new blaster helps your robotics marks?” the teacher had said, to which Karp didn’t have the nicest response to). “An awareness of your surroundings will help avoid situations such as this,” Karp responded blankly. His eyes still looked a little disdainful. However, the alien still bent down to help her pick up her groceries. “-- Are you unable to keep your attention at its best? I know a few people who suffer from an illness that affects this. They have mechanisms for you to better your attention span.”

i have no idea what the context is for this post HERE but these two aliens being adorable aliens (or as adorable as karp can get lbr) is always my jam

“Those two from the garbage disposal facility,” he said absently as he motioned to two exposed machines, probably desktop computers at one point. “My acquaintance from Kwelitkwan sent me an outdated holo-computer because he bought the newest edition.” Karp reminded himself that he had to buy the new one-- he just hoped the intergalactic shipping wasn’t too expensive. “And these two are my father’s old blasters that I have stolen.”

“-- Sam?” Karp called out. At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him because of the concussion, but as his eyes scanned the crowd, he managed to see the other. “Sam!-- Let go, I need to see my family--” He was trying to wiggle away from the officials before looking back at the older male. “Sam!”

“It also depends on how you dance on Earth,” Karp added, just to be... Karp. His demeanour was quick to lighten up as the two entered the ballroom. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly but that was the only reaction the decorations got. “-- Now, I understand there’s a certain starting position when you dance. Or am I looking too much into it?”

“Let me guess, you dance differently on Earth than you do Kweltikwan,” Karp grumped, though he still let her pull him to the ballroom. He tugged at the collar of his suit, still a little upset that he couldn’t wear his own. However, his gaze softened the more he was exposed to the event. “I suppose I could get used to it.”