"Perhaps a simple summation of each major player?" she suggested, trying simultaneously to make sure he wasn't overwhelmed delivering the information and she wouldn't be overwhelmed receiving it.
Twins.
"And so to make friends with you, I must understand as many aspects of your identity as I can." Nesria shifted her attention back to him. "Which means, I must learn about these key players you mentioned."
Theft?
The only radio station she trusts is 93 FM.
"I am not here to learn about powerful forces at play, unless they key into learning how to make myself into an individual that connects with others on an emotional level." Nesria considered her words while staring at a faded advertisement sign. "Why is there so much marketing here?"
"Do you believe in fate? In predetermination?" Nesria had no idea what the Chicago Cubs were, and determined to ask him that next.
easily, which makes you a prime candidate to form a friendship with, and through you, learn to connect with others."
"I am used to asking all the questions, and that doesn't give others a lot of time to do the same to me." Nesria snorted softly, barely an exhale from her nostrils.
"I was sent here to learn how to connect with others. I was sent by my direct superior. You seem to be able to connect with others
sunder
apologies all around for disappearing. I suffered a crisis of muse and then I started writing the first draft of a novel. Will I be back? undoubtedly. When? I have no idea.
If you're waiting on a response from me please know when I disappear it's never ever targeted at anyone.
A pale woman with red eyes in a blue dress.
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"You learn a lot from someone by looking at their hands." Specifically, she was looking for callouses. A musician might have far more callouses on their fingers, for example. "What is it you do each day?"
The concept was so utterly foreign to her, she could only respond with a blank face.
"We don't have crime in the collective... not in the same manner you seem to."
Instead of shaking his hand, she grabbed it—gently, but firmly—and studied his hand, then flipped it over to see his palm. Her own hands were somewhat cold, although her fingers moved with a deft precision.
"Nesria. Not Nerisa. Unless you like Nerisa more?"
"I don't know what that is. Heavy metal? Such as deuterium?" Only one of the two aliens conversing had had the pleasure of a human friend for an extended amount of time.
|| she grilling the hell out of poor Peter
responsibility? Would they not be hurt by something or someone else were you not a part of their life? Furthermore, do you think it's possible to live on this world and not get hurt?"
"Perhaps as you learn to be my friend and I learn to be your friend, we'll both become better friends." Were it so simple. Her hands rested on her thighs and she raised one to gesture out toward the city.
"You mentioned people get hurt around you. What is it about you that makes their pain your
Then gestured to her eyes again. "And at least one part of me is red... unless you have a different cone and rod arrangement and cannot see that color, perhaps."
She raised her hand and pointed at her eyes. "The name I was given for this mission was Nesria." Nesria frowned deeply. "I think it would be far better to find a name from this planet and use that instead. There are thousands of languages here, there must be a name within a language that fits me."
I was sent here to learn... how to make friends. Which seems a silly concept to voice out loud."
"That is the nature of working within a community. You trade the arms of many and the safety of the network for the possibility of pain and humiliation."
She spoke the words, but understanding of them had yet to fully come. She cleared her throat, and then pointed at herself.
"I am Nesria.
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|| That is EXACTLY what I told my wife as soon as the movie ended LMAO he's my new favorite.
Deep, excited inhale. "A silicon-based lifeform! FASCINATING!"
"Language is such a silly thing. How deeply the roots of each word go, and how much it can change. I don't want to be called Fire or Hydrant." And the existence of fire hydrants also indicated the technological level of this species, which, so far, seemed... underwhelming.
kind of person I was sent here to... talk to."
"Not human, and proud, or simply accustomed to correcting people?" Nesria noted the correction passively.
"Is it truly nice to meet me, or do you tell everyone that? I suppose that question isn't very fair toward you, as it implies that you say it often and don't always mean it. Perhaps you're the
|| I won't say any spoilers but like AUGH I love that movie. I love HOPE.
intelligent beings. Do you consider yourself to be one that is surrounded by many... friends?"
The way she spoke the word, it's clear she's not familiar with the concept of friendship.