Once it was gone, she hit the 'air' switch, turning the dial to the temperature she liked.Once it was gone, she hit the 'air' switch, turning the dial to the temperature she liked. A mild tornado began to swirl in the bathtub, and she stepped into the middle of it, holding a dry towel and closing her eyes. With the towel she vigorously brushed at her fur, encouraging air underneath it and drying off. She felt better after that. Kiza was nowhere to be seen in the living room when Furry emerged, but the door to her bedroom was closed so Furry assumed she'd be in there. She poured herself a glass of milk and sat down at the round kitchen table, retrieving her PADD and trying to decide if she was going to read or watch something educational, or if she was going to be frivolous and watch entertainment. Kiza emerged from her bedroom while Furry was still deciding. "Hi," Furry said, waving tiredly. Kiza merely waved, walking slowly to the kitchen and sitting down opposite her, propping her head in her hands and looking morose. "It's not like Outskirt, is it?" Furry asked. "That's not it," Kiza replied, sighing. "If that were the problem I'd just SDisk home. It's more....I start to see their flaws, Furry. They always seem so wonderful when we first start, but after a while I begin to know their little, annoying problems and then they aren't so wonderful anymore. And I know that it's me, that I'm blowing up because of something in me. Other people live with each other's flaws, so why can't I?" "Are you afraid maybe that they'll start to notice you're not so perfect, either?" "I don't know," Kiza answered. "I wish I did." "You know," Furry continued, "There is at least one person who knows all about you. And you know all about." "Oh? Who's that?" Furry suddenly stopped, realizing to herself exactly where her thoughts were leading her. She didn't have time for this, she thought to herself. She already Nickolai... hadn't she just been telling herself not to get into anything too serious? Too late, she saw, as realization of what she was talking about apparently dawned in Kiza's eyes. "You?" Furry felt her whiskers droop slightly. Then she nodded. Kiza leaned back in her chair and pressed her hands together. |