What are you. Well, that was one way to ask that question, wasn’t it? Tucker made a face, some scowl and he knew he shouldn’t have been offended because they usually asked it this way, but it didn’t mean he liked hearing it.

“The best looking creature that you are ever going to lay eyes on.” Ask a question, get an answer. He tried not to get distracted by those eyes; they reminded him of home, and he could stare at them forever. Blue. So blue, the kind that could take his breath away. This was bad. This was dangerous.

“My name is Tucker,” and he emphasized it to make a point.. He sighed and leaned closer, over, before he pressed the seaweed to that wound. He wasn’t sure if it would help, but they could at least use it to push it to stop the bleeding. He wasn’t exactly the go to source of healthcare for humans.

“What are you?” he tossed back.