Are you hungry? What are you?” He clasped a hand over his mouth. His eyes weren’t all that different from a human’s, with dark irises ringed with shimmering gold, although his eyelids closed from the sides like in reptiles. Even his eyelids and lips were covered in scales, so small that they appeared like gold dust on his skin. The scales on his face were only about the size of my fingernails, giving him the flexibility to have an expressive mimic. His confusion became even more obvious as he looked down at me with a frown. “Do you have any food in here?” I heard myself say. It was entirely possible that I was only making that connection because of the scent. They were adorned with a honeycomb pattern, which combined with their golden colour made them look like tiny, crispy waffles. His hexagonal scales formed thick layers, reminding me of medieval plate armour, but far more delicate. Up close, he was even bigger than he’d seemed from above. I was only here because of the sweet scent, the same scent that was so strong now that I could taste waffles in my mouth. Why was he looking at me as if I wasn’t what he’d expected? He shouldn’t have expected me at all. This particular alien male was confused, which confused me in return. It wasn’t all about facial features, but also about stance and body language, plus a large dose of intuition. I’d become pretty good at reading aliens’ expressions, no matter where they were from. The alien stared at me with confusion and something like disgust.
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