"By the way, here comes Kiza now."By the way, here comes Kiza now." "Kiza?" "Your roommate." "Oh!" Jofuran ran out into the living room again just in time to see the door open. A red-furred Mustela Martens face poked around the door, looking in, and with a sing-song voice said "Hel- lo?" "Hi!" "Hi!" the Marten replied, stepping into the apartment. "Kiza Lessap. And you must be Jofuran Shigokai." "Uh-huh!" Jofuran replied. She assessed her new roommate's appearance. Short, even shorter than she, wearing only a pair of silken shorts and weighed down by a small duffel bag of bright green nylon. "Pleased to meetcha." "Me, too." She unslung the duffel and tossed it on the sofa that dominated the small apartment. "I decided to wait until you got here to ask you all sorts of questions. Besides, I don't think Kerry would give me straight answers anyway." "Most certainly not," Kerry replied. "I am not a gossip." "Ignore him," Kiza said. "He's really a sweet guy." Jofuran found Kiza's smile completely infectious. She talked with her hands as much as her voice; constantly in motion, Jofuran found her delightful to watch and to hear. |