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[victormakesart]

"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Victor is talking to her phone. Not that she thinks her phone is a sweetie, but she's talking to a voice on her phone, and it is on speaker. She is in a field, sprawled on her stomach on an ugly mustard-colored blanket.

"Good! I finished a few logic puzzles, and spent some time playing with my sisters on the computer. Anya is hilarious when you play peekaboo. 'Thena had me read stories over and over." It's a young voice, male, exuberent, and Vic's smiling this big proud smile and sipping at her coffee through a straw.

"I'm glad," she says. "Guess what Friday's gonna be?"

"Is it my birthday?"

"Absolutely. You nervous?"

"No way! This is going to rock!"

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[someoldhippy.livejournal.com]

He smiled encouragingly at her. "I'm absolutely certain that you'll achieve everything you wish to," he said. Humans were so creative. She'd be amazing. He patted her arm gently.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Doesn't she just flush, turning heated and pinkish and terribly shy. "Gosh, you're a really sweet fellow, aren't you?"

[someoldhippy.livejournal.com]

"Well, that depends on whom you ask," he said with a wry smile. He was admittedly not very nice to some people. However, those people generally brought it on themselves.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I s'pose that just might be true of anyone," she says, wisely, and then she smiles, and then she winks. She's a classy gent.

[someoldhippy.livejournal.com]

He smiled back widely. She was a delightful young woman. "Well, Victor," he said, "this is your habitat. What do you suggest we explore first?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, gosh, I dunno. I only really come here to play in the fields. I'm a city girl, grew up in Houston. And now I live in California, in a whole different 'verse." She doesn't mean that metaphorically, although California is a whole other universe than Texas.