Blue arranges his tentacles on the DVD player that shares my writing space. Turns out that while it takes up a lot of space, it also makes a nice seat for my resident alien. He stares at me expectantly.
"I've been waiting for you to call me up here."
"For? Look, it's early. Not only do I not do mornings, I don't do people...or aliens...until around noon. And by "do" I mean-"
He holds up a tentacle to which is strapped a wide, silver bracelet. "I believe translator conveyed the correct meaning."
"Good. I'm not much for humor this early either. So?"
"Your April Camp NaNo project. I hear I'm going in?"
He looks around and leans closer. "No need for secrets. It's just you and me. Everyone else is still sound asleep."
"Into the Blue. That's your title. That would be me. I'm Blue."
"If I told you it was just a phrase regarding space travel, would you believe me?"
He consults his translator and lowers what would be his eyebrows if he were more humanoid. "I'm Blue. You're writing about me. I'm going in."
"I admit, I wasn't aware of this. That you were going in, I mean." I hold up a hand to halt his reiteration. "I know that you're Blue."
"Seems only logical."
"Who are you, Spock?"
"No, I'm Blue."
"Right." I sigh. "Well, you did eat my Barthromains so I suppose it would be best if I got you out of here before you dine on anyone else."
"I would greatly appreciate it."
"If you'll leave your adverbs with Nekar when you pack your things, I'll see what I can do."