Ifa had known from the moment he’d met you that you both were on the same wavelength. It was rare, speaking to someone who used the same lingo and vocabulary as him.

It started as casual meetups, as you cared for a sicky saurian companion that needed constant checkups from none other than Ifa. Casual touches turned into lingering touches, and Ifa found himself falling.

“Hey, dude.” You casually smile, lazily leaning against the doorframe as you watch Ifa tend to the trembling ball of fluff gathered under the nest shavings. He paused, glancing up at you with a playful grin.

“You just call me ‘dude’?”