Thirty Days of Drabbles - Day Twenty-Eight

For chewipaka 's prompt of "Terinu and Miles Vorkosigan"

Miles blinked. "Even by House Ryoval standards, you're incredible."

"I ain't a genetic construct, shorty," the young man said. His skin was as grey as Miles' old Denadrii uniform, with a seven foot long tail capped by an enormous spade emerging from the bottom of his spine and a pair of thin, moble spurs emerging from a scalp of long, dark blue hair. No taller than Miles himself, the boy stood warily in front of him, balanced on the balls of his bare feet, looking ready to run.

"All right, what then?" Miles asked, backing up a step, trying not to crowd the kid. Genetically modified or surgically altered, the kid had a screaming tension running through his body that Miles was achingly familiar with.

"I'm an alien, an uplifted race made by that tall fella with the horns ya met earlier."

"And he's an alien too?"

"Sure he is. What's so hard to believe about that?"

Miles sighed. "Son, I think you've been reading too much science-fiction."

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Oldest joke in the book, I know...

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