Culture Clash
“That was
truly disgusting!”
“Hey!” Melissa exclaimed as she hastily wrapped a
towel around her soaking wet naked body.
“What are you doing in here?!
You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“I was
just watching you waste water like it was sand.”
“I was
just taking a shower.” Melissa calmed
down a bit and adjusted her towel so it would stay up on its own. There really was no reason for modesty when
she thought about it. “I take it they
don’t have much water where you come from.”
“It is
our most limited resource.” Trevary
stated almost proudly. He turned his
head to the side to get a better look at his new companion. “I didn’t realize that your outer layer of
pigment came off so easily, I was a little distressed when you peeled it
off. Will it grow back?”
“What are
you babbling about?”
Trevary
pointed at the crumpled pile of clothing on the floor with a slender finger.
“Oh, my
clothes.” Melissa said finally catching
on. “No, they aren’t really a part of
me, they are manufactured. I just put
on new ones when I’m clean.”
“More
waste.” Trevary clicked disapprovingly.
“I’m not
just going to throw them away, I’ll wash them and wear them again.”
“I
suppose you’ll wash them in more water.”
“Of
course, what else? Oh, sorry, I keep
forgetting where you’re from.” Melissa
laughed suddenly. “Although I don’t
know how that keeps slipping my mind. I
mean, just look at you! It’s hard to be
believe!”
Trevary
looked down at his sinuous scaly body with a critical eye, which left three
eyes to keep looking at Melissa with.
“What’s wrong with the way I look?”
“Well
you’re not exactly human now are you?”
“Perish
the thought!”
“All I
meant by it was that it is weird how I keep forgetting that you’re from...where
was it that you said you were from again?”
“Denibi.”
“Right.” Melissa thought about that for a second, all
she knew about Denibi was that it was several light years away, according to
Trevary. “How is it that you speak
English?”
“Telepathy,
of course.”
“Weird!”
“You
don’t have telepathy?”
“No.”
“Weird!”
“Anyway,
I’m going to be late for work, so out of my way.” Melissa moved over to the sink and pulled out a toothbrush and
paste. When she saw Trevary’s
disapproving eyes (both sets) she turned off the running tap, she never really
thought about the fact that she usually just let the water run while she
brushed. With so much water on Earth it
hardly mattered.
“What are
you doing now?” Trevary questioned, she
appeared to be jabbing at her soft mouth parts with a stick.
“Ushing
ma teeet.”
“What?”
“Brushing
my teeth.” Melissa repeated after
spitting. On an impulse she bared her
froth covered teeth at the alien. He
backed away with a liquid like motion and clicked his horny beak in acute
disapproval.
“Why?” He asked.
“To keep
my teeth from rotting, I’m not sure quite how it works, something about the
fluoride....”
“Fluoride?!” Trevary cried in obvious alarm rearing back
on the hind legs of his centaur-like body.
“Whoa!” Melissa, foaming at the mouth, put her hands
up in self defense. The bathroom was
crowed enough without a panicking Denibian.
“What’s wrong?”
“Fluoride
is a deadly poison!” Trevary had backed
as much of his body as he could into the shower and was rapidly drawing air
through the gill-like slits in his long throat.
Melissa
stared down at the messy toothbrush in her hand. “Well, the tube does warn against swallowing, but I don’t
think...” Melissa suddenly noticed that
Trevary’s eyes were turning a milky blue color. She wasn’t sure if he was just panicking or if he was really
reacting to the toothpaste, but he wasn’t looking very healthy all of a sudden.
Thinking
furiously she decided to rinse out her mouth and brush and send the evil
fluoride down the sink. The change in
Trevary was immediate, and although he had crumpled to the floor his eyes were
clearing up and returning to their original orange color.
“I never
thought that everyday oral hygiene could be so dangerous.” Melissa mused half jokingly. She was just glad that Trevary was going to
be okay. He had been marooned on Earth
by his political enemies only yesterday, but she had already grown attached to
him.
“I want
to go home!” Trevary wailed.
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