::swallows fast, somehow not at all surprised at the feeling of white hot rage that story puts in gut::
That's...you were a kid...
Yeah. A kid who didn't beg.
::pops sore thumb in mouth, sucking while recalling look on Nishi's face when she strolled back into Beth's quarters to find door open, food eaten, and recorder smashed to pieces::
I figured it out.
Never saw the bitch again, either, so I guess she got what was coming to her.
::after a moment, tears gaze away from ludicrous yet not particularly funny sight, patting other side of sofa::
::eyes him, somewhat distrustfully::
::still...skirts eyes to bowl::
::casually saunters over, plopping down and grabbing it::
::fishes, grabbing handful and passing rest along::
I like the purple.
::offers grave nod, able to recognize profound impart::
Closest to blue, I always said.
This Beth...I assume she treated you better than her friend?
::shrugs, squeezing sticky candy between fingers::
What's it Chuckles is always saying...even bad people have good in them?
She wasn't exactly a mother, but she was there.
::rolls eyes, remembering just-relayed story::
Most of the time.
That's a pity.
::smiles wryly at confused look::
All little girls deserve mothers...nothing less.
::sucks thumb again, cursing own temper::
Like I said, Beth tried. And my real one was dead, so I couldn't really blame her. For long.
The other you, though...you think all little girls deserve daddies too?
::grimaces...should've seen that one coming::
::doesn't have to look long for an answer, though::
I guess that depends on the father, doesn't it? Now, I don't know your me...or most other varieties either, I think...but I'm pretty sure you were better off without him.
::doesn't want to analyze this in any detail::
You met him. What was he like?
::offers sideways look::
I know what you're getting at, and believe me, if I'd known he was him, it never would have happened. I have some dignity.
...he was a drunk. Lousy drunk. Couldn't even remember my name from one minute to the next.
::tries...mostly in vain...to hide twitching lips::
See? Better off.
::finishes off last piece, rubbing fingers on 'borrowed' uniform pants::
There are lousy mothers out there too, though, you know.
Not me, of course. Whatever else she wants to say, Nara never had any locked doors between her and her food.
...for a bad kid, she sure has a lot of good in her. Just as well here, I guess.
Actually, I think Renara might be one of the few people in any universe without a single bad bone in her...
::pre-empts further sap after catching movement in corner of eye::
::shoves bowl back over, but rises a little slower after meeting annikahansen
's gaze as she slips out of bedroom...like a deer in headlights::
::twists as well, staring at former drone and the once again closed door behind her::
Oh, there's gonna be a rematch.
::in meantime, crams another candy into mouth, talking around it::
Well, lookee, lookee.
...what's your favorite color, Barbie?
::stares, fairly certain of assessment that it isn't the usual half-Ocampan present...but somewhat baffled as to why...and the substitute's query::
::looks at ltcmdrtomparis
, taking in his less than helpful expression of amusement before turning back to apparently expectant guest::
::despite puzzlement, gives cautious answer::