Alien Ugly Sweater Party
Kisk'tch took another sip of his eggnog and twitched his mandibles happily. Not at the taste. He could really take or leave the viscous drink. It was a bit too much like the field rations he had consumed in training. No, his current happy state was due to the bustling and joyful energy that infused the community room of the consulate. Humans milled around laughing and chatting. The smaller bodied Trisk delegates either perched on the tables or clung to the outer layer of the clothing the humans wore.
“I really can’t see why you call these sweaters ‘ugly’-“ the Ambassador was saying as he passed, clinging to a vibrant mauve number one of the human guests was wearing. The Ambassador patted the bristly wool demonstratively.
Kisk’tch smiled and shifted his legs so he could view the room better. As a mere Assistant Ambassador he had far fewer duties. In fact his only official duty was to observe and learn but he was fairly certain now that he had learned enough from his mentor to serve the function in a small way. There! By the festive Christmas tree (what fun they had exploring it-as if it was ready made just for Trisk bodies and minds) stood the representative of the local military. Kisk’tch set down his eggnog and scampered over to the man.
“Pardon me General,” Kisk’tch said politely. “I note that you are positioned under the decorative plant parasite and I wish to initiate the ritual of the inexplicable apology –ah! Forgive me. I mean the kiss!”
Kisk’tch formed his mandible parts into a smile and lifted up his front legs in the human ‘pick me up’ gesture. The General grinned and emitted a sigh before he reached down and offered his hand to the Trisk Assistant Ambassador.
“Merry Christmas.” The General said gamely as he lifted the giant spider to his lips.
Kisk'tch took another sip of his eggnog and twitched his mandibles happily. Not at the taste. He could really take or leave the viscous drink. It was a bit too much like the field rations he had consumed in training. No, his current happy state was due to the bustling and joyful energy that infused the community room of the consulate. Humans milled around laughing and chatting. The smaller bodied Trisk delegates either perched on the tables or clung to the outer layer of the clothing the humans wore.
“I really can’t see why you call these sweaters ‘ugly’-“ the Ambassador was saying as he passed, clinging to a vibrant mauve number one of the human guests was wearing. The Ambassador patted the bristly wool demonstratively.
Kisk’tch smiled and shifted his legs so he could view the room better. As a mere Assistant Ambassador he had far fewer duties. In fact his only official duty was to observe and learn but he was fairly certain now that he had learned enough from his mentor to serve the function in a small way. There! By the festive Christmas tree (what fun they had exploring it-as if it was ready made just for Trisk bodies and minds) stood the representative of the local military. Kisk’tch set down his eggnog and scampered over to the man.
“Pardon me General,” Kisk’tch said politely. “I note that you are positioned under the decorative plant parasite and I wish to initiate the ritual of the inexplicable apology –ah! Forgive me. I mean the kiss!”
Kisk’tch formed his mandible parts into a smile and lifted up his front legs in the human ‘pick me up’ gesture. The General grinned and emitted a sigh before he reached down and offered his hand to the Trisk Assistant Ambassador.
“Merry Christmas.” The General said gamely as he lifted the giant spider to his lips.
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