Tarrok reached over and gave her a scratch between the ears. Just at the curve of the skull, right behind the base of them. Gentle, round and around movements of his fingers. Maybe some lean toward the right ear, giving it a good scratch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You did just perfectly, Aiko."</span>Tarrok said.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Pretty sure you haven't done any less than perfect since... ever."</span>He thought for a moment, trying to figure how long it had been since she'd fallen into his life. Sometimes, it felt like just last week he'd come back from a job with a new cremate. Sometimes it felt like he'd been this way for years, she was so familiar.<br/><br/>Tarrok's tail was not as agile as Aikos own. It was bigger, more deliberate than her darting gracefulness. Heck, most the reason saiyans still had tails was because of the Oozaru transformation. It thwapped and twitched along with hers, just a half second behind.<br/><br/>Tarrok cleaned out his plate fast, probably earlier than Aiko would. Very few things could strip away meat like a hungry saiyan, pamyati be damned. He slipped the dishes into the sink and gave Aiko another look. Yeah, he was stuck with her and glad for it. Anyone wanted to take her from him, they'd better be ready to lose something.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"My turn on dishes?"</span>