Mal was enjoying herself up until the point where Srikit made a counter assault.She was not expecting him to wiggle, squirm and eventually ended up pressing his foot against her face, it didn’t hurt but it certainly surprised her. The extra digits pressing against her face however freaked her out. Mal jolted back rubbing the spot where the toes touched, disgust fairly clear on her face. Scooting back to her original spot she decided to handle Srikits request first, she clicked way on her omnitool then shut if off. “Done. Should be here eventually, I am sure you can survive while it makes its way here.”
“Until then-” She smiled down at him but her eyes narrowed as her attention flicked down to his feet, both still in grabbing distance. There was no way she was going to let Srikit get away with what he did, not completely at least. ”-we can talk about why you kicking me in the face was a bad idea.” Keeping in mind of the other foot Mal made a snatch at one, pulling it closer while trying to keep close to the couch cushions as much as possible. She dug her nails in to pinch him if he began to struggle too much, or indicated in the slightest he was going to kick her with his free foot.
The face Mal made after receiving a foot to the face was priceless, but Srikit was too distracted to enjoy it fully. While Mal was focused on her omni-tool, he let out a sigh of relief and began to relax, allowing his body to go limp on the couch. He really did feel heavier than usual. Even his eyelids felt heavy, and it was only now that he realized they blinked the wrong way. Of course he knew that was how human eyelids worked, but it came as a mild surprise to him that blinking with human eyes didn’t feel all that different from usual.
While blinking slowly at the ceiling, Srikit remembered the bag of chips tucked between his arm and torso. He was just beginning to chew his next chip (he had found out his mouth was too small to comfortably handle multiple chips at once) when his foot was grabbed. The noise of distress he made, caused by the nails digging into his skin, became significantly louder when he painfully bit down on his own cheek by accident. He repetitively kicked his free foot in Mal’s general direction, and this time his decision to kick wasn’t conscious, but a gut reaction; his need to make the pain stop was intense. Mal was responsible for only half of it, but that had no meaning to Srikit at the moment. “Stop, you—” he managed to say after recovering from the initial pain of biting his cheek.