..:note: Sorry, guys. I lost my sanity. ; And I also apologize for repetitiveness and boringness, I lost my trail of thought several times. And… its late. Su, yeah. :P Sorry. :.

.:chapter 6: first impressions

"My god, this woman's like a freaking parrot… all she does is mock you and destroy things." Tucker hissed, frustrated after the first night of dealing with me. I didn't know that what I was doing was wrong. I was just trying to learn.

I did learn a few things, though, "no", meant, "stop it," or "I'm going to kill you." And "Good" meant I was doing something right. The two had already gotten annoyed with my curiosity, checking everything out that I'd never seen before -- which was, almost everything.

"No, no, don't touch that--!" Tank yelped as I reached out to touch a lava lamp that had struck my curiosity. I yelped in surprise and jumped back as he shouted, obviously I wasn't supposed to touch it. Was it his life force? Possibly… or maybe he just didn't want fingerprints on it.

I know I wouldn't. It was a pretty lamp, with its floating goo and shiny liquids.

I ended up slinking away from the lamp, sitting down in a corner, looking at the two curiously as they conversed. They were sitting on odd looking chairs that bulged out in places, covered in a rather soft-looking fabric. I wanted to sit in it, because it looked comfy.. But the two obviously didn't want me near them at the moment, as I had angered them.

Tucker took out a strange looking package from his pocket and flipped it open, revealing odd white stick-looking things. I stared intently at them as he took one out, took out another odd item, which created fire at the push of a button. He lit the white stick and put it in his mouth. What on earth was he doing? It looked dangerous, yet I was curious to try it, too, as he seemed rather pleased with it. But… why would you want a flaming stick in your mouth? I imagined it'd be painful… but, perhaps, he was a masochist?

I'd definitely have to try it. No doubts about it. It looked… cool.

"W--w.." I mumbled, trying to ask them something, yet I had no idea what I was doing.

Tank glanced at me. I looked down and whined, mumbling. "Tsukaru maj'kyori…" Or, if you can't speak my language, 'this sucks.'

"What?" Tank asked, trying to get me to play what I had said back to him.

I shook my head, having noted that meant 'no' as well, in this culture. Although it meant you were tired in my culture. "What?" He repeated, unsure of my response. I whined. "…Nuu."

Tucker finished sucking on the weird stick, and put it into a glass bowl, smashing it in there. I stared as he did this, still utterly fascinated with all of this that was going on. The funky smell the burning stick made wasn't very pleasing to the lungs, however. I coughed a few times, but I didn't say anything. Not like I could.

"Hey. Tank, I'ma gonna go to bed. Take care 'o the chick for me, eh? Dunno if we can trust her yet."

"Sure." And thus, Tank got up from his chair and walked over to me. The first thing I thought was, Oh no… did I do something wrong again?

I didn't cower, but I did wince slightly as he grabbed my arm again. "Come with me." I got up… or more, was forced up, and Tank led me to a chamber to this odd house. He tossed me in it, and told me in a firm voice, "Stay."

And he shut the door and an odd clicking noise was heard. It was locked, yet I didn't know this. I didn't really budge for the longest time, staring at that door, waiting for someone to come back and open it. After about two hours of waiting and waiting, I gave up and started looking around. It was a rather shoddy room… but it did still have some nice trinkets. One thing glowed very brightly, and flashed odd lines across it. I could also hear a small noise from it when I got closer to it, sounding like people talking, muffled. I tried to pick it up to examine it more thoroughly, but it wouldn't budge. A long black strand had securely fastened itself to the item and to the wall. It put up a good fight, but in the end it was victorious. I lost interest and glanced about the room, to see if anything else caught my eye. One thing did. It was a big, table-like thing that was sitting next to the blinking item. It was soft, and very comfortable. I decided to lay down on it… and before I knew it, I dozed off.

end.:.