Kaz, as the less than knowledgable assistant, wasn't liking this, not one bit. He was a pilot, not a store clerk. He used to think he 'got this.' Not so much these days working here full-time because he had a debt to pay off. The responsibility was brutal. It was hoped that he would learn subtle differences between parts and tools, but so far that wasn't happening. The more he had to interact with difficult customers and his even more difficult bosses, Flix and Orka, the more he dreaded showing up each day. At least he had BB-8 as his trustworthy, and most of all savvy assistant.
Bitey and BB-8 had become great friends even though the willful gorg was addicted to chewing tempting fingers. He was fixated on chomping and gnawing all digits close to his mouth, full of razor sharp teeth. The little bi-ovoid droid was too quick for Bitey. Munch-time meant nothing to BB-8, but Kaz had to be very careful, or his fingers would become Bitey's regular snack sticks.
"You chomp on my fingers one more time, you're history!"
Bitey was eyeing the fingers of Kaz's left hand closely. The gray-purple-skinned amphibian-ish creature's mouth twitched. His turquoise eyes twinkled, mesmerized by the human's delicious looking fingers.
In the background, BB-8 could be heard 'snickering.' He rolled up on the two like a pint-sized peacemaker.
Just then, Kaz's bosses, Flix and Orka, happy that Bitey, their pet, was in good hands with Kaz, were being their eccentric, hyper selves. They demanded that Kaz mind the shop as well while they went to lunch. The pair liked taking long lunches. Were they lunching, or napping? Kaz had his suspicions.
"You got it, Boss," the eager-sounding young man responded, watching his superiors leave. Kaz hoped no one would appear, so he wouldn't have to wait on anyone. That last customer, a surly Bespian, who'd talked much too loud, had gotten on Kaz's last nerve.
Bitey had inched closer to Kaz's fingers with a drooling mouth, confident that the human wouldn't mind losing one or two fingers.
BB-8 alerted Kaz about Bitey's being too close for comfort.
"Thanks, pal." Kaz, poised to pat the droid on one of its rounded sides, halted when an unusually tall Abednedo came calling, insisting that he needed a power flux replacement. And not just any power flux, oh no. An attenuated power flux, specifically for modulating spectral flux density. Those specifics were enough to make poor Kaz's head spin, immediately followed by loop-de-loops. Right about the time Kaz nearly passed out, BB-8 came through like the star he could be.
As the long-faced, with widely spaced fleshy nostrils, Abednedo departed, with a dazzling smile working his tendrilled mouth, Kaz whispered askance to BB-8, "You've just earned yourself a thorough lubrication later on, buddy. Practically everything I'm learning in this place is coming from you."
BB-8 rolled forward and back, then coasted from side-to-side, acknowledging Kaz's evident appreciation.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of Kaz's lapse in attention, Bitey sank its gleaming, pointed teeth into the fingers of Kaz's right hand.
"Yeow-yeow-eeee!" he screamed, the pain excruciating. The scars were piling up. Kaz yelled at Bitey, shaking the annoying creature off, "That's it! You're cute and ugly, and I've got to hunt up some kind of muzzle for you before you really bite off every last one of my fingers. Never gonna happen! I won't go through the rest of my life with nubs!"
Bitey opened its big mouth and...gurgled. BB-8 came up from behind it, stuck out a conductor rod and shocked the toothy little beast. Bitey leaped atop BB-8's dome and licked the orange and white machine's one-of-a-kind face.
"And that's what friends are for," Kaz reminded, chuckling as he grinned. "Bitey, once we're done here, I'm getting you some fish-bits. Hopefully, you'll develop a taste for them and not..." He wriggled his fingers at the impetuous creature. "These!"