His skin simulator felt too tight. It trapped him inside, too tight in some places, too large in others, heavy with use and age, but he would give anything to be there, waiting to learn their language. He had heard all about it, tried to learn on his own planet, but something was missing. There were so many applications that books and simulators could not teach him.
Definitely against the rules, and he most likely would face consequences when he returned. If the officials of his planet ever found him out, being among the less advanced lifeforms on Earth, the torture would be great. But he would risk it all, the uncomfortable skin simulator, the torture if he was found out, to learn their beautiful language.
“Tell me,” He said, trying the voice on for size. “What is the meaning of ‘Bless Your Little Heart’?”
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