BFDI characters and their chances of blushing in the series
2024.11.29 02:38 Zizzy_Gacha777 BFDI characters and their chances of blushing in the series
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2024.11.29 02:38 NaughtyKrab 29/M - Looking for some new people to talk to
I’m a 29-year-old traveling nurse who’s home for the holidays and looking to meet new people (25-35). Whether you’re up for making a new friend, having some fun conversations, or seeing where things go, I’m open to it!
A little about me—I’m on the move a lot for work, which keeps life exciting, but it also means I really appreciate good company when I’m back home.
I love to travel (kind of goes with the job, right?), and I’m always up for exploring new places or just finding cool spots around town. Photography is my creative outlet—I like capturing everything from epic landscapes to random everyday moments.
When I’m not out exploring, you can usually find me gaming. I’m into RPGs, action-adventure games, and anything co-op. If you game too, let’s swap recommendations or maybe team up sometime! I also balance my screen time with plenty of gym time. Powerlifting is my main thing, but I recently got into boxing, which has been a fun new challenge.
I’m also a bit of an anime and manga nerd—love diving into a good series, whether it’s a classic or something new. And when I’m in the mood to chill, I’m all about experimenting in the kitchen. Cooking is my way of unwinding, and I’m always down to try new recipes or share a good meal.
I’m hoping to meet people who are easygoing, open to trying new things, and passionate about something they love—whether it’s travel, fitness, gaming, or anything else. If you think we’d vibe, shoot me a message!
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2024.11.29 02:38 AdventuresWithBlue ANNOUNCEMENT! FIGHT YOUR WITHERS NOW
Hello everyone I have recently found a bug while making a video, on bedrock if you fight the wither on hard mode it doesn't give you any withering effects. Hard mode players should start killing withers asap, if your on normal its honesty easier on hard right now. they will more then likely fix this as soon as they can
I know this sounds like a troll but it's true, look it up on the bug tracker, it was discovered in September, I highly recommend to kill it now
Or just put your game mode on easy lol it's pretty much the same thing
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2024.11.29 02:38 Such-Ad-4408 Marriage help please!
 | To give a little backstory. My wife has been mentally sick for little two years. What has happened we lost her business. We almost lost our house a few times we lost one of our vehicles. She was the breadwinner for our family during the time, but was not able to work any longer. I stepped in and took care of everything from the kids to the house to the bills to working Literally everything. I took care of her medication‘s all of her doctors appointments anything and everything that had to do with her ran through me. I have expressed myself deeply to her over the course of months, explaining that I am unhappy in my glass is not being filled. Sitting next to her feels so foreign and so cold she doesn’t touch me. She doesn’t long for me. She doesn’t seem that she needs me. I am just there. I asked her to do things with me. She refuses so I sit with her on the couch and watch whatever shows she’s watching to spend time with he. Moving to the bedroom she sits and scrolls on her phone does not cuddle with me. Has not had sex with me in six months. Before you say it yes I know she is depressed. But her mental health has now changed me as a person and affecting my mental state. I’m so conflicted and don’t know what I should do. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. submitted by Such-Ad-4408 to Marriage [link] [comments] |
2024.11.29 02:38 Puzzleheaded_Air7612 Regieleki on me 568854509392
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2024.11.29 02:38 Positive-Owl-9021 D41 Blood Orange Haze on right side
I'm feeding Masterblend but I've been a bit inconsistent with the EC. Between 1.5 to 1.8 each morning bottom fed. I'm too worried about turning my Autopot on so I've just been hand watering.
Mephisto's Wedding x ManBearAlienPig is on the left, it's also a bit younger
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2024.11.29 02:38 -veezus- EX89 fit question
I typically wear size 11 for Nikes (AM 90/Dunks). Would I be a size 11 for EX89s?
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2024.11.29 02:38 lentheprincess Assets i've added in blender don't show up in game
So I'm trying to make a custom model in MM+ and I've added assets (like accessories from other models) into blender to add to the model, and they show up fine in blender and MikuMikuModel but when I open the game the assets don't even show up. (the exact thing I did in blender was I ripped the star from miku's "meteorite" module and imported it as a .fbx into blender to add to a different hair.)
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2024.11.29 02:38 Silver-Reception-915 Trying to get telescope to connect to steam deck.
I’m not entirely sure if this is the correct place to post this. As the titles says, I’m trying to connect a 25 year old Celestron telescope to my steam deck. Im not well versed at all with Linux I’ve been trying for weeks to figure this out and research it. Im failing pretty bad. I’m hoping someone can help. The issue I’m running into is trying to get the deck to recognize a very specific cable. It’s a usb to rj9. Ftdi chip. This is an updated version of a serial bus to a phone jack type plug. I tried running a command on the terminal to see if it shows but it gives me an error. I think I’m supposed to install the ftdi drivers but I’m not sure. When I do look up the drivers it looks hella complicated. Is there an option in desktop mode to see what’s connected to the usbc? If there’s anyone that can assist I will greatly appreciate it. I’ll try to answer any questions.
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2024.11.29 02:38 DJkiller669 Too much head.. too many circles
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2024.11.29 02:38 HousingNo791 If I received a bj with a condom and their spit got on my thighs, pubic area, and testis can I get a std?
Received a bj with a condom that was pretty messy and saliva got on my thighs, testis, and pubic area but they didn’t kiss around my genitals at all just sucked the shaft where the condom was. Kind of scared of getting a std from this but I know I might be overthinking it am I good?
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2024.11.29 02:38 Delicious_Koala7414 pulls from tonight’s restock 🫶🏻
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2024.11.29 02:38 typeshi0702 Future career in accounting?
As I scroll through this sub, I see a lot of people complaining about accounting. I don’t know if it’s just because people like to complain, but I’m 17, turning 18 soon, and heading to university. I chose the accounting program because, honestly, I don’t want to work too hard for a good salary. It’s just four years of school plus a certification, right? So, do you guys think it’s the right move, or is accounting a lot more work than it seems? I took an accounting course in high school last year, and it seemed pretty straightforward. Let me know your thoughts.
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2024.11.29 02:38 3yx3 What happens to a group if you run out of VRC+ as the owner?
I am curious but am not sure of what the result would be.
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2024.11.29 02:38 jpgq1985 Taco terrier?
 | Hello everybody, I’m not quite sure the breed of my dog, initially I bought it as a chihuahua but now I’m pretty sure he’s a Taco terrier: submitted by jpgq1985 to dogbreed [link] [comments] |
2024.11.29 02:38 kdbleeep Superb turkey dinner. Happy Thanksgiving!
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2024.11.29 02:38 theghostslairXD What song comes to mind (art is by me lol)
Need some more songs for the playlists for my characters. Please hook me up.
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2024.11.29 02:38 katdragonz Hottest Take
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2024.11.29 02:38 JakeWalding Are all CeX console’s used?
CeX Australia user here, I was thinking about buying the 825GB PS5 and it says boxed, does ithis mean it’s still in its original packaging?
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2024.11.29 02:38 OpeningAd8448 If you're a drug dealer and you get robbed, I don't care. You knew what you were signing up for when you started selling drugs.
Let me preface this by saying I was DEEP in the drug scene as a kid. As of right now I have a medical marijuana license I barely use.
It seems the general public just doesn't fucking get it. Drug dealers get robbed all the time. It would be from a junkie who's got no money, it could be from a rival drug dealer, it could be from somebody who just decided they don't like you, or it could be from a lower level drug dealer who's trying to get a big score so he can move up.
The typical response to getting robbed is to either get it back or just rob some other random drug dealer so you can get back in the game.
It's a big game of who's robbing who and everyone in it knows what they're signing up for. This is why drug dealers carry guns. They get robbed a lot. A WHOLE FUCKING LOT.
On the flip side, if you're trying to rob a drug dealer and you get shot in the face, you deserved that too. You knew you were robbing a drug dealer, drug dealers carry guns.
It's as if the general public lives in a bubble where they keep saying two wrongs don't make a right. In the drug game everyone is wrong. You're surrounded by drug addicts, drug dealers, people dying all the time and a lot of the deaths are ODs.
The general public has no experience with the criminal undercurrent. They just don't get it when people say they used to be bad on hard drugs. All they think about is what that does to your body. NO, you're around criminals all day long and it's like living in hell.
In that scene robbing a drug dealer is a completely normal thing to do. Him shooting you after the fact to make a point of not robbing him is also normal. I know, it's horrible.
The thing people don't consider is everyone knows what they're signing up for. There is no poor victim drug dealer. He probably robbed 3 people to get his supply back up.
Crucify me if you want to, but it's the cold hard truth.
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2024.11.29 02:38 Kiran_0506 Completed CSA next Developer or implementer???
I have completed CSA certification, searched for jobs in Servicenow Admin but so much less here in India like 2 jobs for every 10 rest all are Developer Role..
So. Planned to study myself to the developer track in the Now learning
So I have this track planned ( admin till expert) -->( implementer till expert) --> ( developer till expert)
Or should I do developer first then implementer, kindly advice and if so why ?.
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2024.11.29 02:38 webstuf How to Charge the DJI Mini 4 Pro Drone
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2024.11.29 02:38 LouisRitter Hear me out while we're all sour grapes
The phrase "bear down" is awful. That's what someone with an impacted colon does, it's what a pregnant lady does, it's not what a football team should do.
It sounds more like we had another guy have an injury than some rally cry.
I've felt this way since I noticed it whenever in the 2000s. "Da Bears" is cornball but I'd rather go back to that.
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2024.11.29 02:38 YakiTapioca NoP: Between the Lines (Part 10)
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Apologies for the delay on this one, it's been a REALLY hectic week for me for some reason. Normally I'd post it late at night (for the Americans to read in the morning), but I've been crashing every night the moment I got home, so I decided to just post it during my lunch break instead today. It should be just in time for bed for some of you, and as you read, I'm sure you'll soon see that it's actually happenstantially appropriate. :)
Also, I made a post about the optimal upload schedule for both BtL and RfD, and it seems a vast majority agrees that I should post them interchangeably. Additionally, a comment on the post suggested that I do two chapters of RfD followed by one chapter of BtL, which seemed to gain a lot of traction. Seeing as how RfD is my main story, I thought this was a pretty good idea, so I'm gonna go with it. Once RfD starts up again, unfortunately the uploads of BtL will slow down significantly, so for any of my readers that prefer this story, I hope you don't mind. Still, if you haven't checked out RfD yet, I really hope you take the opportunity soon!
As always, I hope you enjoy reading! :D
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Chapter 10: Assessing Threats ~~~~~~\(0)v(0)/~~~~~~
Memory Transcript Subject: Motozumi Shiori, Refugee Factory Worker
Date: [Standardized Human Time]: November 24, 2136
Focus.
If there was one aspect of living on Eonaer that I had to admit brought me the most difficulty, I would say that it was focus. Sure, it was admittedly a somewhat broad topic, but once one broke it down, it became easy to see why. Focus to act calmly at all times, focus to never speak, focus to never react, and to ultimately summarize, focus to stay in control of my body at all times. But it was one thing to simply describe the act. It was another entirely to actually perform it.
These aliens… They would react to even the slightest movement, even the smallest sign that I would pounce on them, despite how much effort I constantly put into countering those allegations. But no matter how much energy I forced into my mind, there was always going to be a limit to how much focus I could muster at once. After so many hours of working at the factory, I had to acknowledge a few simple facts: I was tired, my muscles were worn, and especially considering the atmosphere of said work, I was a bit itchy too.
Such innocuous things, these problems of mine. So much so that the average person wouldn’t even give it more than a second’s thought. An itch on the back of your head, a tiny lash caught in your eye, a little sniffle of the nose; all things people fix passively and without worry. It was second nature, up until the point that they couldn’t anymore. It’s difficult to blow one’s nose when they’re in the middle of an important presentation, or deal with an annoying itch on the bottom of one’s foot when they’ve got heavy duty boots on. But I wasn’t doing either of those things. I was simply sitting still. And yet I could do even less about these problems than anyone else.
As I watched Guma walk into the train cabin out of the corner of my eyes, I suddenly felt the pressure of the next hour build up on me. As quickly as I felt I was allowed to without eliciting a response, I stuffed away the guidebook I had been reading into my bag and sat neatly. But it was at that moment, a series of events occurred. A slight itch from inside my ear, and then another from my forehead around where my mask sat strapped, and then another sharp one right along the spine of my upper back. A quick chill demanded that I flick my head to the side, and a pull at my thigh begged me to stretch that part of my body, both of which I aptly refused. Finally, my tired muscles groaned in soreness, pleading with me to stretch them out wide, in that sort of locked-up feeling one gets when they know they need to crack their bones. A spiked shot of fear barreled down my body the moment the tendon in my right leg decided to move on its own, twitching and contracting for just a second in irritation after having stood up nearly all day. This was at the worst time, might I add, considering that Guma was now approaching me, and had it not been for the thick coverings around my legs, I would’ve sworn one of the dozens of clearly staring aliens would have called the exterminators on the spot right then and there.
But that—all of that—paled in comparison to the next urge that hit me. Something so dangerous, so volatile, so evocative of alien fear that it might as well have been seen as a gun pointed to each of their heads. I was tired… So tired. And what did tired people often do to express such exhaustion? Well, I had enjoyed the spoils of such a thing plenty last night. But perhaps I had done so too much, and now Epicurus himself had decided to come down from the afterlife and punish me for indulging past the amount of joy I was allotted.
I needed to yawn.
It wasn’t the kind of yawn that could be so easily pushed down, like during a work meeting early in the morning or on a crowded train home from work. But instead, it was the type of yawn that continually tugged at your throat and forced it to be all that you could think about. Inadvertently, my mouth quivered, and my lips began to curl in on themselves. My teeth clenched, and I forced myself to cut all breathing. I couldn’t afford to move, especially not now, as Guma continued to walk towards me. If my jaw or even my chest changed shape in the slightest, people would notice, and they would most certainly react.
But I wasn’t so blatant of an amateur. Though I considered it one of the most difficult aspects of surviving here, I still had my experience up until this point. I still had my focus. And with a quick shut of the eyes, and the slightest compression of my chest, I forced the urge to yawn down. Sure, it was not quite gone, but it now only existed as a reminder at the back of my throat, and no longer an immediate, urgent pull at all my senses. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect either, as it was then that I saw a fuzzy brown paw wave itself in front of my face, coupled with an audible gasp from the crowd around me.
“Hey there Motozumi!” the apparently female Zurulian called out, earning some silent chatter from the orbiting onlookers. “Sorry if I spooked ya! You Humans don’t have wide vision, so I didn’t know if you saw me come in. Mind if I grab the seat next to you?”
I nodded, then meticulously shifted enough away to give her as much berth as she could desire.
“Great!” she replied, visibly eager, before practically jumping into the seat.
She fidgeted around for a moment, tapping her claws together over and over, the meaning of which remained completely enigmatic to me. Before suddenly, she slid a bit closer to me, to the point where I could feel the end tips of her fur brush up against my sweater, all in spite of the fact that she had plenty of space to sit at the opposite end of the shared seat. In fact, though my constant societal contract to face forward at all times limited my depth perception, I could have bet at that moment that a third person would be able to squeeze in if they tried.
‘It’s a play for dominance,’ I reasoned. ‘She’s attempting a convoluted poke at my character, so as to say that she isn’t afraid of me, even in close quarters. Perhaps, one could reason, that was what tapping her claws together were for? A show of her available weapons? Or perhaps hinting that she has more at the ready? Starting off so strong like that… I can see why she’s so highly ranked.’
“So!” she began. “How was your day? Do anything fun during your rest Claw? Or did you nap? Most of my people did the latter, but I stayed awake. I’m kinda sorta the boss of a lot of people, so I did a looooot of paperwork.”
‘A double whammy with this one,” I continued my train of thought. ‘She’s trying to express just how much control she has over this city, and the lives of the Humans within. Just how far does this go? I bet she controls bastards like Folloc and Kollin as well. And then, what with those nap comments? She knows very well any place willing to hire a Human wouldn’t be willing to grant us the luxury of an entire Claw’s worth of rest. Much less a nap. She knows I’m tired, and she knows I’m weak right now. A perfect strike at any feigned defense I’d be able to muster should she attack.’
I lifted an arm slowly and stuck a thumb upwards. Despite everything, I couldn’t afford to concede any ground.
“Oh that’s good!” Guma replied. “I hear about how you Humans have a sorta tough time, being so new in the galaxy, so I’m glad to see that you’re at least finding some good out there.”
‘Backhanded remark,’ I internally commented. ‘She’s trying to wound me with what she imagines Humans would want. Whether she has the standard Federation image of Humans “finding some good out there” being us feasting on sapient flesh like we’re the mindless animals they think we are is irrelevant. Point is, she knows Humans will never find peace.’
“Say, speaking of finding good stuff out there…” she continued, trailing off as she reached down into a satchel loosely resting on the side of the seat. Though I could not see much, the dinging of a few bits of metal from within bore among rampant thoughts within me about what manner of painful tools could possibly be buried inside. And yet, all she brought out was the cheap plastic container holding the offering I had handed to her this morning. “I really cannot thank you enough for the food from this morning. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted something so fantastic before!”
‘Ah, I see the bribe worked…’ I realized, feeling the news of a success lift away a pebble of weight from the mountain on my back. ‘I suppose I’ll have to start allotting some extra time for making hers in the morning from now on. Luckily, it’s an errand day, so I should be able to pick up enough extra ingredients. The real question should be about my expenses, though. I still need to scrounge up enough for a ticket for that ship. I’ll probably have to cut down on food for myself…’
The thought alone made me feel a bit peckish, but I pushed it down. I already hadn’t been having the most filling meals in the past few months, and had it not been for some of the cooking strategies I’d developed since coming here, my body would have likely given out long ago. Even so, I had to focus. It only took a single stray thought to make my stomach feel as though it was an appropriate time to rumble, a risk that I couldn’t allow for if I even remotely valued my survival. This conversation alone was already beginning to stir those in the train car far more than I would typically allow, and there was no need to stoke the flames.
“Sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted this back or not,” the exterminator said as she handed the plastic container back to me. “Zurulians have a bit of a culture about reusing things. The things that are the most important to you should be built to last, yada yada. Guess that’s why we’re apparently the designated doctors of the galaxy, or something like that. But this is a Venlil colony, and they typically put things in those single-use compost plastic type things ‘cause they’re good for farmland. Didn’t know which one this was, so I took the liberty of cleaning it out for you.”
Guma seemed to turn a bit away at this, but with her wide vision I knew she could still see me clearly. Everyone could. It was a feigned attempt at pretending I had even a moment where I wasn’t constantly monitored. Regardless, I took a moment to inspect the plastic container. True to her word, it had indeed been cleaned. No one, not Javik nor Kollin, and especially not Folloc, had ever bothered to return one of these to me. Hell, even Kyrta had thrown hers away sometime during my shift at the factory. Not that I minded much; while not an entirely inexpensive portion of my budget, they were disposable. Which only made me more curious at the sort of game Guma was playing here.
As she opened her mouth to continue, I listened to each word with extreme care.
“Anywayyysssss….” she said, then shifted around in her seat somewhat, brushing her fur up against me slightly. Just like that, the itch was back. “Gosh, so like… Okay, this is totally embarrassing, so I’m just gonna come out and say it. I miiiiight have something I need to ask you, and it’s kinda sorta a big favor.”
‘Ah… The conditions to my new existence as her servant. Perhaps the cleaned container, then, is a message that I have not done enough to satisfy her.’
So as to prove my suspicions, Guma’s voice suddenly lowered to a whisper. “How do I put this… So, as you know, I’m totally okay with Humans, but the people that work under me? Ehhhhh, not so much… So today I thought, ‘Wow, wouldn't it be a great idea to share some of these awesome Human snacks with everyone?’ And yeah, it kinda worked. After they tried them, they loved them. But I’m still thinking that they need some more convincing. That is, if you know what I’m saying.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine. ‘She… she can’t be serious… ONE extra person I can handle, but an entire… Wait. Just how many people is she talking about?’
As if she could sense the question on my mind, Guma was quick to elaborate. “It’s just for like… three people. Maybe four. I saw you were carrying around a good amount of them as a snack for yourself this morning, so I was hoping there wouldn’t be too much trouble getting an extra three or so for each person.”
‘That’s… an extra twelve…’ I began to realize. ‘Not to mention that Guma is likely expecting a large sum for herself as well… On top of the thirty I make every morning, that’s going to be an extra half hour on my schedule at least…’
“But hey!” Guma suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts. “If you don’t want to, then absolutely don’t force yourself. It’s just… Wellllll… I just thought that this was a good chance to earn some good will! With all the people out there being rude to you guys, it never hurts to get on a few good sides.”
Another cold shiver. That was a clear threat if I’d ever heard one. No… Not just a threat. It was an ultimatum. Either make the food or meet a terrible fate. There was no option.
Stuffing the nerves down my back, I nodded again.
“Oh! Great! I can’t wait!” Guma replied all too eagerly. “Say, how about you get your pad out. It’d be nice to talk to you without just yes or no questions.”
I nodded, then reached down. I couldn’t even comprehend what would happen to me if I disobeyed now.
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Memory Transcript Subject: Guma, Zurulian Surgeon
Date: [Standardized Human Time]: November 24, 2136
As Motozumi worked to retrieve the large screen from her bag, I could feel my nerves begin to tap away at the back of my ears. I had to stop myself from rocking around my seat out of pure restlessness, an effort which may have been in vain if not for the sheer exhaustion from my day at work served as a counterbalance. But who could judge me? Talking to a real Human was just so exciting!
Well… I supposed that there were many who could judge me, many of which stood around us aghast with that annoying and unfortunately common air of fear. And judge me they did, if the flicking ears and hushed whispers were anything to go by. But I didn’t mind them much. This wasn’t like talking to Loro on the streets, where the sheer mention of a predator was enough to instill disquiet. A predator was already here, so there was little point in monitoring my speech in talking about Humans. Which, as it just so happened to be, was all I wanted to do at that moment.
The quarter-Claw I’d gotten to talk to her earlier hadn’t been enough. It hadn’t been close to enough. This was a sapient, kind predator I was talking to! It went without saying that that idea simply ticked all sorts of boxes in terms of intrigue, both personally, as well as professionally considering my work. Eventually, once this big scare that the galaxy was experiencing got groomed over, I was sure most people would see that too.
Despite being a predator, it was quite clear to me that Motozumi was a civilized individual. The black fur atop her head was neatly straightened, like silky curtains draped to either side of her shielded face. Meanwhile, the white and blue fake pelt she had decided to wear today atop a secondary, light green one below it gave her a neat sort of style to her visage, especially when viewed next to the long, black garments that stretched down her legs. Strangely, this design was different from the ones I had seen her in this morning, but I surmised that Humans must simply love to change their pelts often, even in the middle of work. Most notably, however, was that her scent had completely changed as well. Instead of the flat, slightly salty smell I had picked up from her previously, she now had a faint aroma of citrus around her body, which I found to be rather soothing.
Soothing and appealing. There was something so alien, yet so intriguing about it all. Everything about her just seemed to stoke more and more sparks into my spirit, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to calm it until I finally got a chance to ask her more about Humans again.
‘Oh my Stars, where do I even begin?’ I thought eagerly as I watched Motozumi power on her drawing pad. Already, I felt as though my legs would begin kicking off the seat in anticipation. ‘Maybe I should ask her more about those grain snacks she made? Or is that too boring? Oh! How about some other cultural stuff? That’d be interesting. Or maybe it’d be best to learn about biology and anatomy first? It might help give me some context into how their societies are built. Actually, that reminds me of a question I’ve been having for a while!’
Motozumi had barely gotten the corresponding pen to her datapad out by the time I squeaked out the inquiry that had suddenly popped into my head. “Hey, is it true that predators can’t feel pain?”
And then, Motozumi straightened a bit. She remained motionless for a few moments, and all the while I hardly caught so much as a breath from her presence. Until finally, she slowly shook her head “no.”
“Oh! Interesting!” I replied enthusiastically. “You know, it’s been a big topic of debate in the scientific community for a while, but while most people insist that they can’t, I’ve always felt that anything with the capacity to feel shock could also process their own form of pain. Predators should be no different.”
The topic seemed simple on the surface, but just as was the case with so many questions in science, there were layers upon layers underneath that held more secrets. And only once we asked these questions could we truly learn. For example, what exactly was pain? Again, simple on the surface, but the more one tilled the soil, the more complicated things got. Why couldn’t plants feel pain, for example? Was it a simple lack of a brain? Then how about computers? Those technically had brains, yet couldn’t experience such a thing either. In a galaxy of such diverse biologies and anatomies, anything could be possible.
The same logic applied to predators. For prey like myself, it was obvious that a species would evolve into a sense of pain, so as to properly assess dangers and risks. But predators? Well, they were quite simply mindless brutes. So would they evolve into the same capabilities?
Official information available by the Galactic Federation Bureau of Technology and Sciences claimed that universally, predators could not, and never would, be able to feel any sort of pain besides that derived from hunger. That was what I had been taught in medical school as well. But hunger pangs weren’t the same thing as “no pain whatsoever.” Perhaps all semblance of pain in a predator’s brain was wired to the same section as hunger, so as to seek nourishment to recover? For example, if I pinched or prodded Motozumi, would she begin to feel like she needed to eat?
My scientific curiosity had to be sated, and I promptly poked a claw into Motozumi’s arm. The resulting gasp from our captive audience on the train had been quite sharp, masking any sound Motozumi might have made in response.
“Ah, sorry about that. Sometimes I just act without thinking…” I admitted, while still refusing to pull back from her. “Pain is one of those things that’s just kinda like… gruesomely fascinating, you know? Even if we all feel it, it’s impossible to tell if we experience it in the same way as each other. Sort of like how I wouldn’t be able to tell if your concept of ‘red’ is the same as mine. So something that might be hurtful to you may seem completely harmless to me. Or vice versa!”
‘Bleat is great, but learning from the source is always more fun!’ I thought enthusiastically as I continued to poke a bit more.
To this, Motozumi, in her typical lack of response, simply opened up the same datapad program that she always used to draw, and scratched away something in her strange script.
“Oh! Hold on, let me get my translator out,” I said, before turning back on my own pad and swapping over to the text scanner many of us foreign planetaries used on a daily basis.
As I held up the pad, the words Motozumi had left for me morphed into a legible Zuru. “May we talk about something else?”
Looking around, I could see that this topic was probably becoming too much for those around us, so the empathetic predator had most likely become a bit nervous regarding that. How kind of her, to be so thoughtful of others! Though I felt it could be argued that audibly answering the question so hotly debated, especially recently, might relax some fears people have about Humans, I would likely have to shelve that sort of tactic for the time being.
“Oh, uhh… Sure, I guess!” I answered, already queuing up another question I had. “So, I heard that Humans like to do this thing called ‘petting.’ Could you tell me more about tha—”
But I was interrupted, as in one of the few outward motions I had seen from Motozumi, she gently stuck up a paw to stop me. Then, she drew out another message on her pad. “Actually, I was hoping to perhaps ask about you?” The pad turned towards her and an addendum was quickly added. “Or perhaps about Zurulians as a whole?”
Just like that, my day had gone from average to incredible. Not because I was particularly speciesionistic for a Zurulian, but instead due to the nature of the question in of itself. My brain whirred with all sorts of complex emotions. And the feeling that stood out the most was pure giddy excitement!
‘Take THAT Loro!’ I thought, pushing down the deep desire to squeal in delight. ‘If Motozumi didn’t feel the same way about me, why would she ask me to tell her more about myself? I’ve got this in the basket!’
Leaning to the side, I placed both claws on Motozumi’s arm. A brief observation crossed my mind about how remarkably soft the white and blue fake pelt that she wore felt. It was like a cub’s freshly groomed fur. But I was in no headspace to think about that for long, as I had already begun flooding the conversation with enough chatter for the two of us combined.
“Oh my Stars! What do you want to know about?” I beamed. “Our culture? Our language? Our arts? Our history? Our sciences? I mean I know Zurulians are famous for medical stuff, but it gets kinda boring just to have people talk about that all the time, y’know? Oh! How about our history? I’m not the best person to tell you, but I think I know one or two interesting stories. And how about our arts? Oh wait, I already said that… But yeah there’s like toooooons of Zurulian films and stuff that I don’t usually think about, but now that you mentioned it, I could probably list out a few good ones. Wanna watch one? We can watch one if you want! Not sure how much a predator would enjoy a prey film but I’m sure–”
A sudden tug at my throat cut my sentence short. I had forgotten to breathe. I turned back in my seat and began to catch my breath, and in the meanwhile, Motozumi had taken it upon herself to write another comment.
“Why don’t we take it slowly? One at a time?” the pad asked.
“One at a time,” I repeated. “Sure! What’d you have in mind?”
The screen was turned back, and after a few moments, it was swivelled once more to reveal something I hadn’t quite been expecting. “You mentioned something about reusing things? Please explain.”
It seemed that at the very least, no one could say we weren’t starting off on a strong note.
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