As one of the highest ranking galra in Zarkon's entire army, Sendak could have anyone he wanted. ANYONE. Up to and including the quiznakking prince, if rumors about him and Acxa were true. Unfortunately, Sendak didn't want "anyone". He had confessed to Haxxus his infatuation with the Champion the other day, hoping to gain some advice. All he got was passive-agressive moping and a very hungover lieutenant the following morning.
	Perhaps, Sendak decided, he would try to win the champion over with gifts. After all, prisoners didn't have any posessions and he was certain the human would like some.
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	Shiro limped out of the arena, clutching his human arm close. He should've been more careful, who knows if they would bother to replace his arm a second time? He headed towards where the guards usually waited to take him back to his cell, but found someone else there in their stead. He was much larger than most galra, and stared down Shiro with a cybernetic eye that made his blood run cold. Shiro looked around, but there was nowhere else for him to go. He steeled himself for whatever the man could want.
	"Champion," the intimidating galra greeted him with a predatory smile, "I have a gift for you."
	Shiro wanted to ask what he meant, but a combination of fear and exhaustion rendered him pretty much mute. A weak, "Huh?" was all he could manage as the man handed him a bundle of alien plants.
	"I don't know the traditions of your earth, but on Daibazaal, it's customary to give these to someone you...admire." The galra's fuzzy ears twitched as he spoke. Was he...nervous? No. No, he had to be testing him. Still, Shiro took the plants.
	"...Thank you, sir." He said, and the ghost of a smile appeared on the galra's face.
	"I must be off now. Take care." Before Shiro could even ask what was going on, he left.
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	"You gave him flowers?" Haxxus rolled his eye, not bothering to look up from his work.
	"He's not allowed to have much else!" Sendak blushed, realizing just how strange that must have seemed to the champion. "Besides, it got the meaning across rather well, I think."
	"Oh, sure. But simply having him brought to your quarters would be 'too direct'."
	Sendak balled his hands tightly into fists, "I could report you for speaking like that to a superior officer."
	"But am I wrong?" the shorter man asked with a wry grin.
	"You are! I don't want to rape him, I want him to fall in love with me."
	Haxxus didn't answer, though Sendak swore he could hear him muttering about the subject. Whatever. The champion would learn to love him, all in due time. Sendak was willing to wait.