Page 51 of Right Next Door
The relief was a tired one. Not the kind that made her want to ask more questions. Instead, she just wanted to bask and enjoy this feeling for a while until she recovered some more.
“I think I’d prefer you be able to read me without me stating everything outright,” she said. Then, before he could express his confusion, she continued, “But I get now that you have absolutely no idea how to do that. So, until you figure it out, yes, you can ask me.”
He nodded once. “As you like, my Misty.”
“Nope. You don’t get to claim me yet.”
He inclined his head in understanding. “Just Misty then. For now. May I continue to invite you to work events?”
“Yes. That’s fine,” she waved him away. “As long as that’s not theonlything you do.”
“May I have a date with you?”
“Woah,” her eyes went playfully wide. “From consent talking to me right to asking me on a date? Increasing in leaps and bounds, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, leaning in towards her. “I may not know anything about romance, but I do know sarcasm, littlekarata.”
“I’m just going to assume that’s a sweet and lovely term of endearment,” she said, not recognizing the word. It was likely included in the language imprint initially, but it must have been one of the words she didn’t permanently impress into her memory, or one of those that simply didn’t stay.
He grinned. “It’s a flower. Actually. One with extremely sharp petals that refuses to be plucked or disrespected.”
She chuckled. “I like that. I’ll take it. Yes. You may take me on a date, sugar.”
“Sugar?”
“Short for sugar daddy.” She grinned, standing. “They have that here on Kree?”
“I don’t think we do.” He looked confused but not displeased. “But I’m not your father.”
“Daddy doesn’t mean father,” she smirked. “I can’t wait to see what you plan as a date, honored char. It better be a good one too, because I’m still mad at you.”
Chapter 20
Tsok
Romance – the feelings associated with love.
Tsok scoffed. Well, that was useless. He didn’t know why he tried just looking up the literal definition of the word. Was he actually expecting that to actually help?
“Er, honored char, I really don’t understand…”
“I need to figure out romance so that I can court my mate properly,” he said simply, clearly, so Davard couldn’t possibly misunderstand. His aid still looked uncertain however as he sat across from Tsok, doing his own research on the topic.
They were both proud, traditional, kreecharma – neither of them knew anything about romance. Tsok probably knew the word better than the average kreecharma just because he spent more time off planet amongst species that did have romance and mates. However, that very small edge was apparently doing him no favors, because he had no real idea what to do.
His mate was still angry, but she was open to him now.
He had neglected her.
That certainly had not been his intention, and knowing that he made her feel that way was an absolute kick to the gut. The guilt was gnawing at him. He needed to make it up to her somehow. But he didn't know how to do that either!
Tsok didn't like being clueless and without direction. Hence why he had gone back to the beginning and tried to simply search up the dictionary definition of the word ‘romance’. Not that it had done him any good at all.
“Honored char, perhaps this is not the best use of our time. There are plenty of things we should be doing other than-”
“No. We will figure this out. What is the most romantic species you can think of?”
“I don’t even know how to measure that kind of-”
