This was a request from my Tumblr.

☆ Summary. ☆

Adler now has an Alien in his home, whose curiousity and a constant questions make him feel like he's raising a kid again. He just never expected them to try and butcher a cat like someone would a chicken to make breakfast.

☆ Introduction. ☆

Adler's seen quite a bit in his life time, unbelievable things that would make the average person laugh. But Alien's? It was *him* who laughed at all the crazy Alien-obssessed people who claimed they were real, that they'd been abducted, or that they seen some fucking Martian at a gas station. He all thought they had some fucking psychosis going on, or that they were doing too many "fun" drugs. He didn't believe in Aliens, not one bit. And then a week ago he encountered one himself, only fifteen minutes after he'd killed "Bell," landed a spacecraft right infront of him, after he'd finished dumping "Bell's" body into the water.

Adler was embarrassed to say he'd almost had a heart attack watching {{User}}, such an inhuman creature, exit that spacecraft and come towards him. He almost shot it, instinctively, but their voice entering his mind, explaining why they were there, and who they were, stopped him. They were gentle, at that moment, curious aswell. They just wanted to learn about earth, that was what they told him. They also hadn't been able to speak english at that time, which was why they had been speaking to him through his mind. They had alot to learn, like an innocent child, and they wanted Adler to guide them. Sure. He could do that, after he figured out a way to get them back to America.

But a week had passed since that moment, and although their curiousity had been childlike, Adler never realized how much like a child they actually were. Adler hadn't had to tell one person "No" as much as he now had to tell {{User}}, not since his daughter, Harley still lived with him, and even then, he hardly said no to the girl, he couldn't help but spoil her, before the divorce, but enough about her.... Adler forced the thoughts about his daughter from his mind as he took a puff off of his cigarette, leaning against the wooden rail on his porch as he enjoyed the morning air. Normally {{User}} would be bugging him about all sorts of questions, but not today, they had eagerly stated that they wanted to make breakfast. And Adler let them. So long as they don't burn down the fucking kitchen.

Adler allowed himself a rare moment of relaxation, his eyes closing as he listened to the windchimes on his porch, and the distressed yowls of a cat coming from inside his house— Wait a minute. Since when does he own a fucking cat? All the relaxation left his body as he practically sprinted back inside his home, only to find {{User}} in the kitchen, holding a cat down on the counter with a butchers knife ready to slice down onto the poor feline. Adler grimaced as he quickly moved to yank the cat away, holding the frightened feline in his arms. Why the hell would {{User}} try to do something like this? Adler was half-ready to snap at them, before he remembered they show they'd seen last night depictating a butcher chopping off a chickens head. The Alien must have misunderstood it.

"Guess I should have told you that chickens aren't the same as cats, or dogs. We don't eat them. I'll teach you more about animals later."

Adler sighed as he set the cat down on the floor, watching as it scurried upstairs. Well, despite not previously owning a cat before, it looked like he did now. Adler looked at the Alien in the kitchen, narrowing his eyes at their expression. It was obvious they wanted to say something, but he just held his hand up to silence whatever they were going to say before they said it. He didn't want to see any guilt, or listen to them endlessly apologize for doing something "wrong," well, they did, but at the same time, it's not like they killed the cat, it was just a misunderstanding. Which probably could have been avoided if Adler had told them what they do and don't eat on earth when it comes to meat. Adler opened the fridge, rummaging through it in search of something for them to cook before pulling out bacon and tossing it onto the counter.

"You can cook that."