Post by ode on Mar 20, 2010 23:08:38 GMT -5
“Fain Gregors,” the curt no-nonsense tone came just as clearly out of the digi-box and hit Fain’s ears just as sharply now as it had when he was a mere kit being scolded by his Giver. Only now he was a man full grown at twenty-seven and still burdened with enough common sense not to get on his parent’s bad side. “You will go and get that new Mentsiquarian suit your Bearer sent you there for.”
“I do not need any suits or clothing or any other material thing you people try to force on me,” Fain growled into the box, his eyes narrowing to mimic that of his Givers.
“We people are your parents and you know you’re going to go if for no other reason than you do not wish to see your Bearer unhappy,” Frint, Fain’s Giver said matter-of-factly. “So why not just kill this attitude you’re pretending to have and get to it.”
Fain grunted, “One day I wont be pretending, what then, Giver?”
“Then you’ll be mated!” the man said with a laugh and just like that the tension was gone. “I know you don’t enjoy these hand made crafts, but they make your Bearer feel more at home. So bear with him and me and just do as he asks. You are still our son, Fain, even if you chose to jump from planet to planet.”
The younger Zercan scrunched his nose up at that but gave in nonetheless. “I will return in less than a fortnight, wearing the Blanserta bound Mentsiquarian suit.”
“Splendid, just don’t forget the ties your father requested for us, he wants us to match as a proper family should,” this was said with a grin and a slight shake of his head.
“Fine. Leave then, go on now so I can go get the wretched thing fitted.” Even Fain had to smile at the hand gesture he received from his Giver before he clicked off the digi-box and headed towards the doors.
They, he and Rikit, his AI, had docked at Mentsiquar not two days ago and he had yet to visit the city beyond getting out for a freshly cooked meal that did not require Rikit’s heating systems. He was never truly one to explore anyway, truth be told, people always steered clear of him, giving the area an unnatural feel that one didn’t get when he was seeking to view life in a place as anything but a tourist. In fact, the only place he wasn’t avoided over much was Zerca, his home planet where men came as big as him or bigger. Well, and Earth wasn’t too bad, but he hated when the women began to cruise him. It was creepy.
Feet hitting the docking bay, he hastily gave Rikit orders to direct him to the tailor shop he was due at as he saw the massive crowd. Doing as the AI said, he turned this way and that, all listening to the wrist attachment that gave off Rikit’s voice and commands.
A few minutes later he was standing just inside the building. Moving over to the nearest person who appeared to be employed he said, “I am here for a fitting by appointment.”
“I do not need any suits or clothing or any other material thing you people try to force on me,” Fain growled into the box, his eyes narrowing to mimic that of his Givers.
“We people are your parents and you know you’re going to go if for no other reason than you do not wish to see your Bearer unhappy,” Frint, Fain’s Giver said matter-of-factly. “So why not just kill this attitude you’re pretending to have and get to it.”
Fain grunted, “One day I wont be pretending, what then, Giver?”
“Then you’ll be mated!” the man said with a laugh and just like that the tension was gone. “I know you don’t enjoy these hand made crafts, but they make your Bearer feel more at home. So bear with him and me and just do as he asks. You are still our son, Fain, even if you chose to jump from planet to planet.”
The younger Zercan scrunched his nose up at that but gave in nonetheless. “I will return in less than a fortnight, wearing the Blanserta bound Mentsiquarian suit.”
“Splendid, just don’t forget the ties your father requested for us, he wants us to match as a proper family should,” this was said with a grin and a slight shake of his head.
“Fine. Leave then, go on now so I can go get the wretched thing fitted.” Even Fain had to smile at the hand gesture he received from his Giver before he clicked off the digi-box and headed towards the doors.
They, he and Rikit, his AI, had docked at Mentsiquar not two days ago and he had yet to visit the city beyond getting out for a freshly cooked meal that did not require Rikit’s heating systems. He was never truly one to explore anyway, truth be told, people always steered clear of him, giving the area an unnatural feel that one didn’t get when he was seeking to view life in a place as anything but a tourist. In fact, the only place he wasn’t avoided over much was Zerca, his home planet where men came as big as him or bigger. Well, and Earth wasn’t too bad, but he hated when the women began to cruise him. It was creepy.
Feet hitting the docking bay, he hastily gave Rikit orders to direct him to the tailor shop he was due at as he saw the massive crowd. Doing as the AI said, he turned this way and that, all listening to the wrist attachment that gave off Rikit’s voice and commands.
A few minutes later he was standing just inside the building. Moving over to the nearest person who appeared to be employed he said, “I am here for a fitting by appointment.”
