Inspired by Moebian Queen's don't call me bae.

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Aka MehReeel

There was one form of rejection he absolutely could not stand, and that was the passive un-confident rejection. He hated it when anyone pretended to be interested in him. He wasn't blind. He could see their eyes glaze over, and not in the normal way for some species. He could see them look for a way out. He didn't like how they planned out their words so carefully.

He preferred straight up rejection.

He preferred to have his expectations shattered so he could pick up the pieces quickly. It was easy to bounce back from a rejection before he grew attached. It was easy to come up with better pickup lines when he knew it didn't work from the beginning. It was easy to pretend as if he wasn't suffering from a broken heart and eating ice cream if he didn't fool himself into thinking he was just seeing things. It was easy to pretend he didn't cry a little in the shower because he was convinced he was reading the signs wrong, It was easy to pretend that he wasn't the one who tried too hard. It was easy to take rejection right away because it was easy to fool himself into thinking that the other party was at fault for not liking him.

But her, she was different. It wasn't often someone rejected him like she did. Not many had rejected him with a challenge. Nor did many do it with such festoon and beauty. No one had been able to do it with class or as much sass. She was perfection.

He didn't think so at first. Her first rejection left him sad. He couldn't believe someone thought that he couldn't handle them. He was Emperor Awesome, he was the party animal. Awesome was his name. He was the greatest in the galaxy. He was charismatic. He was charming and funny. He was clever and had all the best stuff. He was HOT.

It wasn't until the second time that they met did he realize she was perfection. She played hard to get. She wanted him to chase her. The thought that he was wanted brought a smile to his red stained lips. He was wanted by a woman who was confident, strong, and amazing as he was.

The next time he saw her at a fancy party with her lame orange friend he put extra effort into his strut. His hips swayed extra just for her and he flexed his glutes, causing the two round masses to bounce just for her. He watched as she ate from her own plate, her long body leaned against the wall casually as he approached. His gaze drifted from her eyes to the pearl necklace, he could give her something way better.

He pressed a well-groomed hand on the wall next to her, his body leaned into a casual pose where he could easily flex and look relaxed. His ego inflated at how almost everyone had their gaze on him and his girl. He puffed out his chest even more and ignored the slight pain in his lower back. His girl was worth it. He flexed his free arm and greeted, "Hey, bae."

"Don't call me that," the blue zbornak said with exasperation and an eye roll. She shoved another little dumpling in her mouth. Her gaze whet from exasperated to annoyed at the near-empty plate. All she wanted to do was eat free food and keep idiots in line so the guests and Wander could have a good time.

Awesome perked up, an opportunity to meet his girl's standards. He wasted no time in waving over a waiter. "Get the finest for my babe," he ordered the tall toothpick looking purple alien. He glanced back at her when she growled. "Not that one either?" he asked as the waiter ran off to fulfill his wishes. He shifted to do another exaggerated flex and pose, and said, "Well we got all night to come up with the perfect name for the lady as awesome as me." He couldn't help but grin wider at her loud and long groan.