#FHBOIHGIOSFGNHO

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Chris stares at him, blue scales, blue eyes, blue tail. Infected, infected, infected. Yet, he sits there, making clicking noises, as if speaking to him in his own language.

His phone buzzes, Jill's name flashing on the screen. He flinches at the sound, wide eyes (blue, so blue, and they glow in the dark) staring at the device in his hand. He gives him what he hopes to be a reassuring smile as he swipes on Jill's icon, answering the phone.

"What's up?" Chris asks, watching him tilt his head, eyes widening in what he thinks is curiosity and then realization.

"Mm. Nothing much. Oh, quick question. What do you think about aliens?" she asks.

"Aliens? Like... the little blue guys?" he replies, thrown. "Uhm. They're cool, I guess? Why?"

"Well, what if I told you you're rooming with one?"

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Or, in which Leon is an alien and Chris is the person he latches on to.

fuck it, we ball