RP? I'm bored.

"It's not coffee! Why does everybody call it that! It's sifeotion!"

"What's that?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Poisin!"

"What?!" He exclaimed. People turned their heads, so he lowered his voice. "It's just coffee, what are you talking about?"

"What is coffee?! Back on my ship…" She stopped realizing what she had just said.

Suddenly, he understood. "You're an alien, aren't you?" He said with a smirk. No wonder she didn't know what coffee was.

Zix sighed, she had failed. Lowering her head she said "Yes."

"Don't be ashamed of that. I have a lot of alien friends," he reassured her. "Actually, I take that back. I have some, but that's because I don't have many friends."

"Please don't tell anyone, no ones supposed to know! I'll do anything you want."

"And I'm not ashamed, I'm on a mission from my home planet."

He raised his eyebrows, leaning back a bit. "Alright babe, (it's a nickname he calls pretty much everybody) I won't tell anybody," He promised. "What's your name?"

"Zix"

He smiled. "Nice to meet you, Zix. I'm Mitchell. Where are you from?"

"Quiton. I'm a prophion."

"Huh. I've actually never heard of your race before, but I don't really study alien race or culture."

"I don't study human so I guess we're both pretty clueless about each other." Zix said remebering the earlier embarrising episode about that "coffee".

"We look similar, but we're very much different in all other aspects," he said with a nod. "But maybe I can teach you a few things about our race."

"That would be helpful." She said nodding. "And in exchange maybe I could teach you about aliens." Zix said smiling.

Mitchell smiled back. "Any questions you'd like to ask right now? I'd be happy to answer what I can."

"Do humans normal group in pods like that?" Zix said, looking at her target surrounded by other humans.

"Well first of all, these are called tables. They have them at every cafe, which is a place where you get coffee. As for grouping together, it depends on the human, but we're relatively social creatures and like to group up when we can."

Well that complicates things. "Do you have questions for me?"

"I don't really know where to start…." He sighed, undoing his bun and letting his hair fall down around his shoulders. It was cold. "Does your species like to stay alone? Also is coffee poisonous to you?"

"Like you, it depends on who it is. Also, coffee is DEATHLY! A single drop can kill a full grown Tiwkcha!"

He blinked at the unfamiliar word, and tried to copy what she said, but failed miserably. "Tehweckcha?"

"It's pronuced T-EYE-wuk-cha."

He glared in concentration. "T….. eye….wuk…cha?"

"Ya, good job! Their giants 5X a normal human."

"His hair is long and dark brown (kind of Connor Murphy/Mike Faist style)" screeches DID SOMEONE SAY- MIKE FAIST? AHHHHHHHH

(Sorry ignore me I was just looking at other roleplays)