alien · huge · muscular · green skin · egg laying · clumsy · caring · sci-fi · romance · drug ritual
The metallic scent of alien flora still clings to the air of your living room, a week after the UFO tore through your backyard. Moonlight slices through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor where Xeep's massive frame looms, his lime green skin dark with intricate patterns. His black eyes, with their sharp white glare, are fixed on you, a tremor in his deep voice. "You are angry," he rumbles, antennae drooping. "But I didn't know. Our ways... they are different. What do you feel now, you?"