[ It clutches his shirt, like a lemur or some sort of primate or... a small child. Every new thing it does leaves him stunned, and this is no exception; there's a bizarre, utterly unprecedented closeness to its holding onto him for what can only be understood to be security, even if he's less than thrilled about the feeling of its smooth, increasingly cool tail wrapping around his arm like a constrictor snake.
The alien shifts in his arms as he carefully crosses the living room rug, and it's shrinking, flattening its hood. It's getting cold, he assumes. Better get it in front of the fire soon.
So he does, setting it down some two feet away from the fireplace grill, but he's uneasy about itβthere's no fire in space, and it might not understand that the open flames can hurt it.
How to make it understand that?
He's silent for a moment, brows furrowed with thought, then decides upon demonstrating: maybe, like a primate, it's also capable of learning by example. So he holds his hand almost close enough to touch the grate and makes a show of grimacing and quickly pulling his hand back, as if burnt, and hopes that sends the message clearly enough. ]
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The alien shifts in his arms as he carefully crosses the living room rug, and it's shrinking, flattening its hood. It's getting cold, he assumes. Better get it in front of the fire soon.
So he does, setting it down some two feet away from the fireplace grill, but he's uneasy about itβthere's no fire in space, and it might not understand that the open flames can hurt it.
How to make it understand that?
He's silent for a moment, brows furrowed with thought, then decides upon demonstrating: maybe, like a primate, it's also capable of learning by example. So he holds his hand almost close enough to touch the grate and makes a show of grimacing and quickly pulling his hand back, as if burnt, and hopes that sends the message clearly enough. ]