Miss Gypsum

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“By KEMOS, will you cease bouncing that ball against my wall?” demanded Morovichi, darkening the doorway of his bedroom to glare at the Granok flopped pathetically on the couch.

Jet Hellmatite froze for several seconds, then his hand holding the bouncy ball the size of an Aurin’s head slowly drew back.

Morovichi’s glowing orange eyes narrowed in warning. He looked tired. Well, more than usual, especially for being dead. “I wouldn’t.”

Jet hesitated again, and then the ball was sailing across the living room, aimed for the wall.

Long claws appeared out from the cuffs on Morovichi’s wrists. In a flash and without moving from where he stood, the rubber ball was fell to the floor in slices.

“Moooor!” the granok groaned, pouting. “She’s so pretty. What do I do?”

“Have you called her?”

“No one calls, ya bucket of chalk.”

“I will have you know that some people find chalk fascinating.”

Jet heaved himself up to look to his datachron resting on the coffee table.

“Stop being an infant.”

“What if she doesn’t reply?”

Morovichi retracted his Stalker blades and leaned back against the wall. “How many beers have you had?”

“That’s arel…”

“Irrelevant?”

Jet snapped his fingers and pointed to Morovichi.

“You will not get past this until you contact her.”

“Man, it’s been months since I’ve been on a date. I don’t even know what the lady likes!”

“Ask Miss Brightmist,” Morovichi replied simply, arms crossing over his chest.

Jet stared dumbly at the Mordesh for a moment before his rugged features split into a wide grin. “Yeah. Yeah! I’ll do that!” He turned immediately to scoop up the steel reinforced datachron to tap at the screen.

Jenny was quick to respond, and Jet lit up at the human’s reply. “Sheee… Likes fancy shit.”

“Good. Text her.”

“Now?!”

Morovichi lifted a hand to cover his face with his palm. “Yes,” he sighed. “Far too many beers. Your habits are appalling…. Are you still going to Thayd this weekend?”

Jet nodded, looking confused for a second before his pale grey eyes lit with understanding. “I’ll text and ask her to meet me Saturday!”

“No.”

“No?”

Morovichi nodded.

“Shit, man. Make up your mind!”

The Mordesh cast a side-long glance to his bedroom door, pondering how to make an escape. “Have you had your yearly physical?”

“No,” Jet huffed sassily. “Ya won’t let me unless it’s a male nurse. Who in the blue blazes wants a male nurse?!”

“That is because Nurse Marble and you are the reason we had to remodel one of the wings two years ago.”

Jet chuffed a sheepish chuckle, rubbing a large hand over the back of his head. “Oh yeahhh! But I wanna ask Miss Gypsum out for a date, not make her work. Not that I wouldn’t mind gettin’ “physical” –” Jet and his air quotes were cut off when Morovichi held up a hand.

“You are nigh unbearable some days.” Morovichi wandered over to peer around Jet and read his text. “Good… good, at least you sound sober when you message. Now tell her you need a physical exam and were wondering if she was free.”

His grey eyes clearing a little, Jet tapped out several messages, only corrected twice by his roommate. A giant grin spread across the Granok’s face at Miss Gypsum’s final reply.

“Do not take it personal. I am sure she calls everyone ‘dear’.”

Jet made a face at Morovichi, but then scrubbed his free hand over his chin. “So… I go a day early and get a physical. Oh, I can ask her out then! Ladies love in-person shit, don’t they?”

“Ahh, the rock learns,” Morovichi replied as he righted himself and began to pace back to his bedroom. “We will teach you subtlety yet, my friend.”