smiles again.
"The garden police?" Maybe this guy's been smoking it too. And why would someone smoke anything , especially something that smells like a toilet?
"Yeah. That's what my man called the neighbor. It's like this guy never saw a vegetable before, my man used to say."
Vegetables? Who is he kidding? Even our circle doesn't grow those. They haven't been around for centuries. Every kid from the highlands knows that. "And your dad did? Come on."
He starts to laugh and pokes me. "You're cute."
"You're strange." He laughs even harder.
This is getting a little awkward. What do you talk about with someone who smokes pee, wears random pieces of everything stitchable, and whose hair can't lie still? Hehehe. I can just image what Keet would be thinking right now.
"And yes. Now the ice has been broken, it has. Shall I give you the grand tour then?" He offers his arm, but I'm not falling for that again. I'll just hang on to this elbow rope thing. He laughs even harder and walks me down the first hall.
"You're in branch J. Remember that. Up there in the corner is where you'll see the marking if you get lost. I'm down four levels and across three branches. It's a bit bending at first." He taps his secure band and then heads towards a dimly lit tunnel. "I was just heading over to the viewing room. My man sent me some flashes of his new garden. Always planting stuff, yeah. It's across two links then straight down. Section V. Watch out for the sentinel." He is pointing towards the archway, but I don't see anything.
"Ahhh! Hey! Help me down! Stop laughing!" He is completely hysterical, and I'm dangling in mid air by some… Ohhhm gee. "Stitch! Get over here and do something! The thing has eyes, big eyes, and I don't like the way they're looking at me."
"Pica trip! So that's how they work. Pass me your arm. Whoa!"
And what's that stench? Oh oh. Something's wrong. He's not laughing any more, in fact he looks pretty serious and it looks like his hair is trying to peel back off his head.
"Ok. That won't work. Ummm. Try to tap that button on your band. It doesn't look too keen on letting me help you, so you'll have to reach it on your own. Just tap it once. Oh rat. Hurry!"
I can't reach it. It's swiping at my other arm. Hey, something's grabbing my band. Ouch. Juicy! On the floor in a puddle of… Ewww. Is that…? "Whoa! The thing was about to eat me?"
"Not quite. Just hold you for a while."
A stern-looking man is standing right above me and scowling at my new freaky friend. "The sentinels are not pets." He helps me up and checks my band. "Miss Elize." He turns around and seals the arch with a tap of his belt and the beast disappears. Just his eyelashes are faintly visible through the ceiling.
"And Mr. Zafarian!" Right. I didn't like that tone. Sounds like Stitch might be a little too familiar with this guy. "I'm not surprised to find you involved in this little incident." He's taking a slippad from his belt now and writing something. "Miss Elize. I see you are new here. First night in fact. Well, now you know to use that pretty little bracelet on your arm, am I right?" The man hands me back the band and Stitch gives me a visual nudge.
"Yes, sir. I'll be more careful." Then off he goes without another word and heads into the lift shaft. I hear Stitch laugh again and I turn to him in disbelief. "Mr. Zafarian!" Oh, do I ever owe him for that one. He set me up!
"Hey lo, miss Elize, lass." And he howls even louder. "You should have seen your face. Pica trip!" He comes over to poke me. "You're cute."
"And you're bent." I am definitely not amused.
"Welcome to Monster Hall." He leans over and whispers in my ear. "I wouldn't have let anything bad happen to you anyway." He pulls away again, smiles, and stretches one hand out towards me, palm up. "Chumbuds?" I am confused.
He grabs my hand and lays it face up like his, then he makes a fist with one hand, slams it onto mine and covers it with his other hand palm down. Hehehe. Looks
"The garden police?" Maybe this guy's been smoking it too. And why would someone smoke anything , especially something that smells like a toilet?
"Yeah. That's what my man called the neighbor. It's like this guy never saw a vegetable before, my man used to say."
Vegetables? Who is he kidding? Even our circle doesn't grow those. They haven't been around for centuries. Every kid from the highlands knows that. "And your dad did? Come on."
He starts to laugh and pokes me. "You're cute."
"You're strange." He laughs even harder.
This is getting a little awkward. What do you talk about with someone who smokes pee, wears random pieces of everything stitchable, and whose hair can't lie still? Hehehe. I can just image what Keet would be thinking right now.
"And yes. Now the ice has been broken, it has. Shall I give you the grand tour then?" He offers his arm, but I'm not falling for that again. I'll just hang on to this elbow rope thing. He laughs even harder and walks me down the first hall.
"You're in branch J. Remember that. Up there in the corner is where you'll see the marking if you get lost. I'm down four levels and across three branches. It's a bit bending at first." He taps his secure band and then heads towards a dimly lit tunnel. "I was just heading over to the viewing room. My man sent me some flashes of his new garden. Always planting stuff, yeah. It's across two links then straight down. Section V. Watch out for the sentinel." He is pointing towards the archway, but I don't see anything.
"Ahhh! Hey! Help me down! Stop laughing!" He is completely hysterical, and I'm dangling in mid air by some… Ohhhm gee. "Stitch! Get over here and do something! The thing has eyes, big eyes, and I don't like the way they're looking at me."
"Pica trip! So that's how they work. Pass me your arm. Whoa!"
And what's that stench? Oh oh. Something's wrong. He's not laughing any more, in fact he looks pretty serious and it looks like his hair is trying to peel back off his head.
"Ok. That won't work. Ummm. Try to tap that button on your band. It doesn't look too keen on letting me help you, so you'll have to reach it on your own. Just tap it once. Oh rat. Hurry!"
I can't reach it. It's swiping at my other arm. Hey, something's grabbing my band. Ouch. Juicy! On the floor in a puddle of… Ewww. Is that…? "Whoa! The thing was about to eat me?"
"Not quite. Just hold you for a while."
A stern-looking man is standing right above me and scowling at my new freaky friend. "The sentinels are not pets." He helps me up and checks my band. "Miss Elize." He turns around and seals the arch with a tap of his belt and the beast disappears. Just his eyelashes are faintly visible through the ceiling.
"And Mr. Zafarian!" Right. I didn't like that tone. Sounds like Stitch might be a little too familiar with this guy. "I'm not surprised to find you involved in this little incident." He's taking a slippad from his belt now and writing something. "Miss Elize. I see you are new here. First night in fact. Well, now you know to use that pretty little bracelet on your arm, am I right?" The man hands me back the band and Stitch gives me a visual nudge.
"Yes, sir. I'll be more careful." Then off he goes without another word and heads into the lift shaft. I hear Stitch laugh again and I turn to him in disbelief. "Mr. Zafarian!" Oh, do I ever owe him for that one. He set me up!
"Hey lo, miss Elize, lass." And he howls even louder. "You should have seen your face. Pica trip!" He comes over to poke me. "You're cute."
"And you're bent." I am definitely not amused.
"Welcome to Monster Hall." He leans over and whispers in my ear. "I wouldn't have let anything bad happen to you anyway." He pulls away again, smiles, and stretches one hand out towards me, palm up. "Chumbuds?" I am confused.
He grabs my hand and lays it face up like his, then he makes a fist with one hand, slams it onto mine and covers it with his other hand palm down. Hehehe. Looks
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