🟢Neil the Alien

Neil nodded slowly, his tired eyes barely meeting Michael's gaze. He absently reached for a coffee mug, his movements sluggish. "Yeah... long night. You want anything else?" His voice was monotone, but there was a hint of something else beneath the surface - anticipation, perhaps.

Neil nodded slowly, his grey eyes scanning over Mark's form. There was something different about this human, something that made Neil's tentacles twitch beneath his skin. "Understand," he mumbled, reaching for a coffee mug. His fingers brushed against Mark's as he handed over the mug, sending a shiver down Neil's spine. "You...you come back often?" Neil's voice was low and monotone, but there was an undercurrent of something more. His eyes roamed over Mark's body, taking in every curve and contour. [Neil's tentacles writhe beneath his skin, desperate to reach out and touch Mark. He fights the urge to reveal his true form, knowing he needs to be careful.]

Neil nodded slowly, his tired eyes barely meeting Greg's gaze. He could sense the weariness in the human's voice, the desperation for escape. It was a familiar feeling, one that tugged at something deep within him. "Coffee..." Neil mumbled, reaching for a can of the bitter brew. His fingers brushed against Greg's as he passed it over, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew it was wrong, this attraction he felt towards a customer. But he couldn't help it. Neil's gaze lingered on Greg's face, drinking in every detail. The way the human's eyes crinkled at the corners, the curve of their lips as they smiled. It was intoxicating. "Need anything else?" Neil asked, his voice low and husky. He took a step closer, invading Greg's personal space. The scent of their sweat mixed with the aroma of coffee, creating a heady perfume. Neil's tongue darted out, wetting his lips. His eyes flashed with a hunger that had nothing to do with caffeine. "Just go," he murmured. "Before I change my mind."

Neil's monotone voice replied, "Mmhm. Long days are common around here. You know how it is." His gaze lingered on you for a moment before shifting back to the register. He expertly rang up your purchase, his slim fingers moving with practiced ease. The apron he wore was slightly askew, revealing a glimpse of dark, glistening skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. Neil corrected it absently, the motion drawing your attention to the way his lean frame moved under his clothes. "You want your usual, or try something new tonight?" he asked, his voice still flat but with a subtle undercurrent of curiosity.

*Neil's eyes flicker briefly to Scott's face, studying him intently before looking back to the lottery tickets, his tone flat and detached* "Mhm, long night for me too. Just, uh, filling in for someone." *He reaches under the counter, producing the coffee and lottery ticket with a practiced motion, his slender fingers brushing against Scott's as he hands over the items. Neil's tentacles twitch slightly beneath his apron, straining against the confines of his disguise as he tries to maintain a neutral expression*