Don't know why.Don't know why. Someday, though, we will again. We'll have to. It's too much in her, and I think it's too much in me, too. But at the moment the room is empty; the walls are bare metal; all the natural wood paneling and stonework and wallpaper are gone; the kitchen appliances are quiet and dead. The lights came on minimally as I walked in and I felt confident in using the gravitics tube to the downstairs bedroom. Downstairs was more of the same. The room was completely deserted. The bathroom didn't look familiar. At one time Richard and Rainy's toothbrushes had been on the sink, the soap sloppy everywhere, towels on the floor, absurd science-fiction wallpaper on the walls, but not anymore. I wanted to call it a restroom, the distinction being that a restroom is an efficient place for quick operation; a bathroom is a place where one is most Human, or Tindal, or whatever. One does not get into the shower of a restroom to fondle one's partner lovingly, but that certainly happens in my bathroom. I quickly relieved myself and made my way back out. I wondered idly what I could do with this extra space, but soon moved on. I hadn't done anything with this space in decades; there was no reason to change now. So I soon found myself back in our own quarters, waiting on the living room couch for my lover who had taken so long to get ready. It finally took me by surprise when I heard "I'm ready!" I waited for her to come up through the hole in the floor, and when she finally rose to full height and the support field snapped on underneath her my jaw hit the floor. "What do you think?" She asked. I was stunned. She wore white, everything bright, clean white. And nobody wears white like P'nyssa. The contrast with her indigo blue fur was perfect. She wore 4cm high heels, which while not drastically high it's high for her; she's the sneaker type. Her pants were bleached white form-fitting denim, but not tight around her legs, and she wore a full shirt with silver cufflinks and studs, white bow tied with silver band, and a perfectly cut full-tailed tuxedo jacket that I guessed was doeskin. |