Burning Chili Fruits
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NOIR WANTED TO GRAB Max and take him home—except his home was far, far away and he wasn’t sure Max could endure the journey. Humans and space journeys didn’t always turn out well, or that was what he’d heard. Taking him to Bair’s ship was out of the question, and Max would never agree to go upstairs when he had work to do.
“Max, I think we need to talk.”
“Seriously, bud, I have a lot to do right now, and I don’t want to talk to you.”
Bud? Noir touched his ear despite knowing it would do nothing for the translation chip. Bud translated as part of a plant. “I don’t think bud translates properly.”
“I don’t care, poppet. Now get out of my sight.” Max showed teeth, but his eyes didn’t look aggressive.
Noir’s head spun, everything about Max was a contradictio
