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Chapter 4 by tailteller tailteller

What does James do?

Place his palm on hers

Her multitude of pupils moved in sync, darting between his raising hand and his face. Her expression looked like worry; at least as far as he could tell on a hairless face with no eyebrows. Gently, he put his palm to hers and spread his fingers to match. He had to dangle his pinky out to the side to match her shape on contact. Instantly, her teeth retracted into her face and the two sighed in relief together. He thought for a moment she'd even smiled. An array of dots along her spine and arms turned a deep aqua color from her head leading out and down, and she lowered her hand. After several moments of uninterrupted eye contact, and James not knowing which pupil to focus on, she rubbed her torso and pointed at her mouth.

James blinked in confusion, which prompted her to bring her teeth out. His panic subsided only after she made a show of chomping on the air, and then retracting them.

"...are you saying you need food?"

She repeated the action, this time pretending to hold something in one hand that she lifted to her mouth.

"Okay, yes.", he sighed, "Glad to know some things are universal.", he stood faster than he intended, and in response she fell backwards and pushed herself away from him. Several dots along her cheekbones turned red, until he put his palms back on the floor in a hurry.

"Great. You need food, and you won't let me move.", he said while dropping his head. The only thing he could think of was to crawl. When he did, and made his way to the kitchen, he looked back to see her doing the same. She stopped when her hand touched his carpet, moving her face down and licking it gently.

"...yeah that's not gonna taste good. Carpet's not food...", he said, slightly worried she might try to eat it. He kept moving, hoping that she would take the hint. He heard a small amount of chattering that sounded like laughter, and looked back to see her rubbing her hands on the carpet and smiling.

"Does...that tickle?", he asked. Her face darted up, and the dots on her cheekbones turned a deep purple. It looked cute. He continued into the kitchen, standing slowly to try avoiding panic from his new house guest. When she crawled backwards still, he bit his lips.

How to calm her?

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