>>
|
470289.jpg
Princess Ribbon Bud
470289
>Turn off your acting mask
Not yet.
“Today was… fine, considering. I wouldn’t call any part of it fun. I hope it was productive and one of my applications gets me a job.”
“I’m sure something will turn up. You can’t have thought today was boring though. You helped stop that store from being robbed!” She widens her smile.
“I didn’t really do anything, though.”
“You did something! Sometimes that’s enough.”
“Not often.” Luvi just keeps grinning, inside and out.
I talk about my day, or at least the parts she wasn’t around for. I stood around Kark while he fed me, wandered the city failing to find employment, and called her at the first sign of trouble.
“Did you have any favorites out of the jobs you looked for?”
“I don’t think so, no.”
“Well what do you want to do, Mac? Ideally?”
I mention the ideas I’ve had, and she nods and seems to just absorb what I what I say. She doesn’t give her opinion so much as try to coax me into saying more about what I want, and I’m still so unsure about that it just makes me feel worse. Once I’m done there’s a lull in the conversation as I run through things to say and dismiss them as dumb just as fast. Luvi waits a minute before finally breaking the silence.
“You’re really into books, right?”
“Not just books. I’m… interested in most types of art.”
“Is that why you were staring at that painting so hard?”
“Yeah.” I shouldn’t ask but… “What did you think about the painting?”
“I think it looked nice. Very shiny.”
“Oh.” I lose some respect for her but she either doesn’t notice or isn’t bothered. I manage to keep my dumb mouth shut otherwise, so I don’t say something that might get me kicked out.
“The guy I got the book I was reading earlier also gave me some bitterweed.” I say instead. “Do you want some?”
“I only get high on life!” She shoots me with some finger guns and by the time I realize I was supposed to laugh she’s talking again. “I’m not judging, drugs like bitterweed just make me feel all iggly wiggly. If you do smoke, can you open a window or use a smoke recycler, so the smell doesn’t get trapped in the house?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
Another silence. I stuff my mouth with food, but it doesn’t buy much time. Why am I so bad at making conversation? Being the only awkward one is somehow worse than both of us being slightly uncomfortable.
“If Rocker comes by often, I should be able to recognize him. Do you have a picture or…?”
Luvi picks up the picture and points to the scruffy redgrass. “Rocker’s in the back! He doesn’t really visit that often, though. If he does visit and I’m not around just call me, immediately.”
“He doesn’t like strangers hanging out around here?”
Her smile goes a bit strange. “He really likes strangers. But don’t worry, you’re only a stranger once! Once you get to know him, you’ll…” She seems to struggle to find the right words. “You’ll know him.”
|