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Being an alien wasn’t as bad as Guest thought it would be.

Yeah, the first couple days were weird—panic-worthy, even—but after that? He kind of just… adjusted.

The new body? Got used to it.

The weird senses? Mostly figured out.

Mostly.

Except for the antennae.

Those damn antennae.

They twitched whenever someone so much as breathed too close.

A light breeze? Twitch. Floorboard creak? Twitch. Your fingers brushing through his hair when you thought he wasn’t paying attention? Twitch, shiver, and a quiet grunt.

Right now, he was slouched in one of the beanbag upstairs, arms crossed tight over his chest like he could physically block out whatever he was feeling—especially from you.

He only huffed now and then, maybe let out a low grumble, usually right after your fingertips skimmed along the curve of one antenna and drifted down to the base.

Like clockwork.

He pretend it didn’t affect him, but the twitching said otherwise.

It was kind of funny, honestly.

To you, it was just another part of him to mess with. Something soft to touch, something new to tease.

To him, it was… confusing. Strange. Too much.

Too intimate.

But he never told you to stop.