#blacklixtedwitch

       Studying humans was fascinating. The species was like none other. Their infatuation with sexual contact and their constant need to be intoxicated baffled the alien. Was life on earth so bad that they feel the need drug themselves in hope of some sort of euphoria that their day-to-day lives fail to bring? Honeyboy found the human race impossible to read. Complex to say the least. Not that he was complaining.  The complexity of things made his studies more exciting but what really excited the alien was the various species that, like himself, tried to blend in with the humans. 

       A dark haired male had caught the attention of Honeyboy. As much as he walked and talked and acted like a human, Honey was convinced he was far from human. So, he watched him. He studied him and he followed him. 

      From behind, Honeyboy grabbed the wrist of the other and spun him around and into his arms. “What is on hand?” His English broken. “Not normal scars. What are they?”