Humans are Weird - Reaction
Humans are Weird – Reaction
Excited clicking flowed down the pathway ahead of the youngest members of the wing. The gliding thermals of the homeworld forbid any officer call them fluffy, but they were, Wing Commander Eighth Trill mused as the speakers swept forward and landed around him, bouncing with eagerness.
“Do you want to see the human jump?”
“He’s obviously terrified.”
“But there’s no threat!”
“Did it to himself!”
“Might share the food with us if he notices us!”
“But he can’t notice us before the alert!”
The speakers paused for a beat and Wing Commander Eighth Trill sighed and carefully placed the paper notes he was examining in his satchel.
“Very well,” he said. “Let’s go watch the human jump.”
There was a wave of trills as the youngsters took off, and an equally intense wave of sighs as many horned elders behind him stretched off of their perches.
“How did we ever get in a stream with this big of an age distribution gap?” the Wing Second muttered as he took off.
“That is for the university to determine,” the Wing Commander replied. “And be honest, aren’t you a little curious to see what makes the human jump?”
“Maybe a little,” the Wing Second agreed in a grumbling tone.
They exited the pathway and flew out into the cavernous reaches of the human communal spaces. Which human the youngsters were talking about was immediately obvious. There were three humans in the space, but two of them were sprawled out sleeping on the ‘couches’. The only currently mobile human was a male in the center of the food preparation area. The absurdly long mammal was bracing the fatty portion of his center point against the lip of the preparation surface. Every muscle in the human’s body was stiff with tension. His eyes were flicking back and forth over the various items and foodstuffs on the preparation surface, but kept coming back to the light display that was blinking on the surface of one of the heating units.
“Fifty-five seconds left!”
“Watch, watch, watch!”
“He should know!”
“He does know!”
“He set the timer!”
The youngsters were chittering deliberately too high for the human to hear and the medic scolded them for rudeness. They argued the point long enough that Wing Commander Eighth Trill thought he might actually be the only one who was watching the human directly when the timer-countdown reached zero. As predicted the human twitched violently,, his arms coming up as if to protect his hears from the sound, which was rather harsh, before he lunged at the heating unit. The human’s thick finger fumbled the the first touch and then jabbed at the control surface a second time before successfully silencing the alert. The sound eliminated the human heaved a sigh of relief and glanced over at his sleeping companions.
“Maybe he is concerned about the quality of the other humans’ sleep?” the medic suggested.
“It’s not their sleep cycle,” Wing Commander Eighth Trill replied, truly curious now.
“Besides, we’ve seen him throw boots at sleeping wingmates!”
There was a ripple of laughter as the flight watched the human remove his food from the heating unit.
“Oohh, is that?”
“That’s meat!”
“Juicy meat!”
“Fluff your fur! It’s time to beg!”
The youngsters, apparently not minding being sen as fluffy when there was food on the offer, flitted down to catch the eye of the human. Wing Commander Eighth Trill felt his ears twitch.
“Why does the human find the timer so stressful?” the medic grumbled.
Excited clicking flowed down the pathway ahead of the youngest members of the wing. The gliding thermals of the homeworld forbid any officer call them fluffy, but they were, Wing Commander Eighth Trill mused as the speakers swept forward and landed around him, bouncing with eagerness.
“Do you want to see the human jump?”
“He’s obviously terrified.”
“But there’s no threat!”
“Did it to himself!”
“Might share the food with us if he notices us!”
“But he can’t notice us before the alert!”
The speakers paused for a beat and Wing Commander Eighth Trill sighed and carefully placed the paper notes he was examining in his satchel.
“Very well,” he said. “Let’s go watch the human jump.”
There was a wave of trills as the youngsters took off, and an equally intense wave of sighs as many horned elders behind him stretched off of their perches.
“How did we ever get in a stream with this big of an age distribution gap?” the Wing Second muttered as he took off.
“That is for the university to determine,” the Wing Commander replied. “And be honest, aren’t you a little curious to see what makes the human jump?”
“Maybe a little,” the Wing Second agreed in a grumbling tone.
They exited the pathway and flew out into the cavernous reaches of the human communal spaces. Which human the youngsters were talking about was immediately obvious. There were three humans in the space, but two of them were sprawled out sleeping on the ‘couches’. The only currently mobile human was a male in the center of the food preparation area. The absurdly long mammal was bracing the fatty portion of his center point against the lip of the preparation surface. Every muscle in the human’s body was stiff with tension. His eyes were flicking back and forth over the various items and foodstuffs on the preparation surface, but kept coming back to the light display that was blinking on the surface of one of the heating units.
“Fifty-five seconds left!”
“Watch, watch, watch!”
“He should know!”
“He does know!”
“He set the timer!”
The youngsters were chittering deliberately too high for the human to hear and the medic scolded them for rudeness. They argued the point long enough that Wing Commander Eighth Trill thought he might actually be the only one who was watching the human directly when the timer-countdown reached zero. As predicted the human twitched violently,, his arms coming up as if to protect his hears from the sound, which was rather harsh, before he lunged at the heating unit. The human’s thick finger fumbled the the first touch and then jabbed at the control surface a second time before successfully silencing the alert. The sound eliminated the human heaved a sigh of relief and glanced over at his sleeping companions.
“Maybe he is concerned about the quality of the other humans’ sleep?” the medic suggested.
“It’s not their sleep cycle,” Wing Commander Eighth Trill replied, truly curious now.
“Besides, we’ve seen him throw boots at sleeping wingmates!”
There was a ripple of laughter as the flight watched the human remove his food from the heating unit.
“Oohh, is that?”
“That’s meat!”
“Juicy meat!”
“Fluff your fur! It’s time to beg!”
The youngsters, apparently not minding being sen as fluffy when there was food on the offer, flitted down to catch the eye of the human. Wing Commander Eighth Trill felt his ears twitch.
“Why does the human find the timer so stressful?” the medic grumbled.
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