I Love You Is Just So Hard To Say
Ch. 9 Coffee Would Be Nice
I was going to make this the last chapter, but I think I'll drag it out to chapter 10. Just so it's even. I really want a lot of reviews so I can go out with a bang. Please review. Even if you already did for the other chapters. A little constructive criticism or copious amounts of praise (cough) would be nice. Enjoy the last few installments.
Ziggy walked towards MOMO's room with the intention of wishing her a happy birthday before anyone else. It was, after all, still rather early. He walked, listening to the metallic clank of his prosthetic legs on the tile. MOMO's smiling face appeared before his mind's eye. For a reason he couldn't explain, she made him feel… human. Just the sight of her filled him with a forgotten tenderness. He felt like the father she had never known.
He knocked on the door, a brown parcel under his arm. There was no answer. Juli Mizrahi appeared behind him.
"Hello, Jan. Is MOMO not in?"
"It appears that way." He turned to face the newcomer. She too carried a package, although it was wrapped much more nicely. She eyed the brown bundle and smiled.
"I guess we're both here for the same reason."
"It appears that way," he said again.
"Where is she?" asked Juli, mostly to herself. She paused thoughtfully. "With Jr. perhaps?"
"Where else?"
"Those two are awfully attached to each other," said Juli, attempting to get Ziggy to engage in a little idle conversation. He remained as stoically silent as ever. "You don't talk much do you?" she asked. He looked at her for a moment.
"No."
"Very simple and to the point, I suppose."
"…"
"Maybe while we're waiting for them to return, we could get something to eat," she suggested. "Or some coffee."
"I'm a cyborg," said Ziggy simply.
"Oh. Of course." She had forgotten that cyborgs could not ingest food. "I'm sorry."
"But coffee would be nice," he said, much to Juli's surprise. Maybe cyborgs couldn't eat, but they could take liquids. They walked out of the Durandal and into the bright sunshine.