"Always so sure of yourself, Silas… Your mother was right, you’ve always been thickheaded and you always will be. I swear, it’s just like the time you creamed on the Blarbacan waiter for mixing up our drinks!" Silu's voice wavered, tinged with a bubbling of long pent up anger.
"Oh you just had to bring up the Blarbacan waiter AGAIN, didn’t you, Silu? It was a week ago! Get over it…” He paused as he flicked the unidentified crust from his tentacle. “Look, I’m not having this debate with you here. We came out for a nice day in the suns... people are starting to stare. Don’t embarrass yourself."
Silu turned slowly towards the glass wall with a heavy sigh. She pressed her tentacles against it’s cold surface softly, gently. Silas rolled his eyes wearily. With a quiet huff he reluctantly placed a sweaty tentacle on her collar and squeezed half-heartedly.
"Don't be like that, Silu. It’s just a human, why are we even arguing about this?"
Silu winced with irritation at the sound of Silas’ voice and continued to stare intently at the figure through the glass of the enclosure. The tiny, frail human inside had turned her eyes from a small television set and locked contact with Silu. She munched deflatedly on a french fry, her eyes tired and pained.
"Glurbleflukes or not, humans shouldn’t be kept in captivity!" Silu cried, teary eyed.
Silas slowly dropped and shook his head so that the smooth glurbleflukes twitched in unison, almost as if dancing to his disappointment. He latched at her tentacle and pulled her away from the zoo enclosure.
"Come on, Silu. That’s enough for today," Silas sighed.
He glurblefluked towards the exit door.
Silu did not move.
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