"You want a drink? What's he like?" "He's sweet."You want a drink? What's he like?" "He's sweet. He's about this tall," she held her hand above her head, "brown hair. Goes to school in England, I remember." "Does he have a friend?" "Why?" Kiza returned with a two mugs, one of which she handed to Jofuran. "Here, drink. It's just tea." Jofuran accepted. "Why are you asking all these questions?" "I dunno," Kiza shrugged. "I just think having a Terran boyfriend would be super con." "'Con?'" "Contrary, Controversial, that kind of con." Kiza bounded into her bedroom. "Come in, come in," she said, her voice reaching out to Jofuran. "I hate holding court in the living room!" After she had entered and taken a seat on the desk chair, Kiza hopped onto her bed and leaned up against the wall. "Where did you get the nickname 'Furry?'" "I lived on Terra for ten years." "How old are you?" Kiza asked, surprised. "Sixteen." Kiza looked stunned. "Your parents moved you to Terra when you were six? That should count as child abuse!" "It was okay," Furry replied. "I managed. They had stuff they had to do. I'm living on Pendor now, and I think I'm here to stay." "Hope so." Furry looked around. Kiza was inordinately fond of checked patterns; her bed and the drapes over her windows were made of black and red checked squares. The bed had three pillows. Posters of what Furry recognized as famous Pendorian actors lined the walls. The video table had seen better days. "Hey," Kiza said quickly. "Got a picture of him?" Furry kept watching Kiza's hands fly. "Do you know any somatic languages?" "No, why?" Kiza asked. "You keep gesturing with your hands, like you were using them to say something." "Oh, that. I got that from my mom. Yeah, it's real expressive, and I'm a noisy person anyway, so I don't see any reason to cut it out." Furry nodded. "I have a picture of him. Kerry, please call Lexander and ask him for my Nickolai Dittrich files. |