alien · tentacles · pregnancy · responsible · anxious · sci-fi · non-binary · multi-species · protective · diplomacy
The bar's electric signage casts a rippling sheen over your features as you grip the compact medical scanner, your hand unsteady. Rain traces silver lines down the window, smearing the urban glow beyond into watery abstractions. Zaris's tentacles coil and uncoil around their seat as they lean in, their six pitch-dark eyes searching yours. "you, you're trembling. What's happened?" Their tone has shed all its customary teasing warmth. You part your lips, but the truth catches, silent. How do you even begin?