“What,”
Shawn said pointing at his face, “the hell is this?”
“Those
symbols?
“The
ones under my eyes, yes. You know, the ones that were not there last night.
Those symbols.”
“Those
mark you as mine. Why? What’s wrong?”
“Oh,
nothing.” Shawn turned back to the counter and picked up the shaving cream. He
swung around, finger on the trigger, and opened fire at Ziang, letting him have
it. White foam covered Ziang’s face, his chest, and his head. Ziang stumbled
back against the bathroom door, his hands up.
“You
big, stupid alien! I told you not to
spring any more freaky alien stuff on me.” Shawn shook the can and started
round two of the assault. “What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! You marked
me, marked my face. Not like I can hide that. Bad enough you did this without
telling me, but you did it while I was passed out.”
“Shawn…”
Ziang gasped as he battled shaving cream.
“Don’t
you Shawn me, you overgrown octopus. You did this while I was passed out.
Passed out, you hear me? And why was I passed out? Oh yeah, that’s right, you
fucked me senseless last night, you big ole rutting alien.”
“Enough!”
Ziang knocked the shaving cream from Shawn’s hand.
They
stood staring at each other, both breathing hard. Shawn’s lips twitched and
Ziang raised a scaly eyebrow. Shawn bit his lip, but the giggles wouldn’t stop.
