Sequel

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This made me laugh. Unless you're around Hohi for a long time, like while he was learning, most of what he says sounds like gibberish. And. Yeah. It was good amounts of fun.

I wonder what Hohi will tell Essuan about the possible cracked skull he got...

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Rel groaned as the light struck his eyes. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes. What he had taken was technically just a nap. The sun was rising and Mm was sitting cross legged on the floor, between Rel and an open window.

Rel and a … what?

He dropped his hands to his lap and squinted at the window, sure that he was going mad. He stood and shuffled to the window. There it was open. Rel flicked the latch and closed the window. Then he scrubbed at the fingerprints on the window pane with his shirt sleeve. They didn’t even smudge. Rel peered and them and turned his head this way and that, inspecting the fingerprints.

They were on the outside.

Not even where Mm, Muan, might easily reach if the window was open. Right smack at the top of the window pane where no one could reach from the inside. Which meant the prints were on the outside of the window. Which was impossible.

Unless there was a Sidhe not his own standing behind him.

Rel turned on his heel very slowly and started at the tall, big, very close male. Dark brown hair and brown eyes with a speckling of blue right near the iris. The male was taller than Muan, longer in limb and as Rel turned, the Sidhe leaned back, curling its lip up in an arrogant smirk.

“You can’t be here.”

“Windayow opeeeen,” The Sidhe murmured in response, “cahm see.”

What was he, new? Hadn’t Mik said that the other Sidhe all knew the language?

The Sidhe reached out to touch Rel. Behind the creature, Muan growled and advanced on it, giving the male no time to withdraw as Muan tackled it to the floor and began wrestling with it. Muan’s teeth snapped at the male’s neck, meaning to do serious damage. The male rolled and pinned Muan to the floor, bending close, trying to calm Muan down with a murmured word. Muan bent his head back to the floor then slammed it up against the male’s forehead. The male stumbled off of Muan, making a small whining sound.

“Stop!”

Both stopped moving. Muan looked at Rel and let out a whine, like a dog yanked back by a leash. The male dropped to the floor like a rock and cradled his head in his hands.

“You,” Rel jabbed a finger at Muan and motioned to the kitchen table. The Sidhe shuffled off and Rel approached the male, folding his arms and trying to look as pissed off as he could, “and you.”

“Hurts.”

“Yes, that’s what a head butt does. Get to that table, sit across from him and do not antagonise him or I’ll take a frying pan to your head. Go. Now. Now.”

The male hesitated but at Rel’s second now, it hopped up and rushed to the table only to waver at the chair and grab at it for support. Rel went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas. He threw it at the male and went about the motions of making tea. Muan made a sound and said something, pointing at the plants across the apartment.

“Eh… thin is wan sometin a ahdd ta teh tea…” the male frowned around the bag of peas held to his head and watched Muan’s hands flutter, “o orangy ses fuckenin.”

“Too bad.”

By the time Rel was pouring tea for the three of them, Muan was looking frustrated and upset. The Sidhe huffed out and motioned at Rel, then did a very slow motion the likes of which Rel had to assume had an obvious meaning in Sidhe. The male’s head cocked to the side as he watched the hand motion. He stood and walked off even as Rel protested. To the plants and searching through them, the male returned with a pink flower and dropped it into Rel’s teacup before adding a bit more of the brewed tea over top. Rel growled and picked up his spoon to pick it out. The male plucked the spoon from Rel and sat, twisting it into a mangled mess before setting it on the table between himself and Rel.

“Te Hohilluasia,” the male tapped his chest while looking at Muan before turning to Rel, “Hohi.”

“Te Muan,” Muan motioned to himself and then at Rel, “te Lelyato.”

Hohi pressed his lips into a thin line, he looked at Rel, “name?”

“Rel DeAniege.”

“Lelyato,” Muan insisted.

Why had Muan added to his name? Last night it was Lel, now it was yato as well?

“Te,” Hohi motioned to himself, “Lillowyato.”

“Auh,” Muan murmured before frowning and looking down at his tea.

“He just claimed me, didn’t he? Like. Rel’s mine?”

“Eh… Uhm…” Hohi spun a finger in the air, “cowart shape.”

Rel frowned at Hohi.

“Cowart sh… sh… hip?”

“Courtship!” Rel said, finally understanding, “he’s claimed his intent to court me.”

“Auh,” Hohi murmured, sipping his tea, catching a look from Muan, the larger male looked at Rel, “Lel ‘gree?”

“I. Don’t know.”

“Thns good,” Hohi downed his tea and grinned at them, “lik’ims. Buh,” Hohi motioned to Muan, “sh… speeee kay fuhnnay.”

“Says you,” Rel murmured, sipping his tea.

He had forgotten about the flower. It gave the tea a strange flavour. Rel swallowed after a long moment and smacked his lips together, trying to decide if he liked the taste of the flower tea. His mouth gave a tingle as it did after he drank mint tea, but that was all. Rel’s mind did a little, fluttery stumble as he tried to recall what colour mint flowers were. He had always been told not to consume those in any way or form. There was an issue with how it reacted to Aniege blood. Something in the genetics turned something as harmless as mint into a sedative and hallucinogenic.

“Hohi nayd left nahw,” Hohi stood quickly, “q’sluck bahk ladder.”

The Sidhe left as he came as Rel and Muan frowned after him and then at each other. Wondering what the hell Hohi was running away from.



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