“A peck on the cheek” means something completely different when dealing with avioids.
[AN: I now have 66 instant stories to go before I start working on the next anthology. Yay. Also I’ve been awake since Ofuck in the morning and my wrists are hurting and I’ve had an asthma attack and it’s not even dawn yet. My life is one huge roller coaster. Anyway - story time!]
Human habits were fascinating. And when one of the human keets pressed hir rubbery lips to the side of T'reka’s face, she discovered a new sensation.
She’d observed the humans lip-pressing before, but until now, she didn’t realise that they were creating a slight suction as they did so.
The child departed with the familiar squeaky-suction noise of the human lip-press. Now it made sense. “What is greeting mean?” she asked Su-syn.
“The kiss? That was mere peck on cheek. Ze likes you. As friend.”
“Peck… on cheek…” T'reka considered. The words translated, but the meaning? “My folk is make-for hostile action.”
“Well… yes. You face much sharper than ours.”
Humans. They could understand the strangest things, and find others to be immense obstacles.
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