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@thomasnewton
-smiles and sits down with you- so,tell me about yourself? What's your favorite thing to in your free time? -I say as I move my hair gently out of my face-
I like to watch television, I suppose. Listen to music, and drink. Eating junk food.
who are some of your favorite musicians?
I mostly like David Bowie, of course. Fantastic musician, very talented, wonderful voice. I also like Roy Orbison and Elvis Presley.
Do you miss your wife and children?
Of course I do, of course... very much so. I miss them everyday.
Can I sit with you? If you don't mind. *she said with a shy smile at him* oh my! I'm so rude! I forgot to tell you my name! My name is Liz. *she smiles as holds out her hand for him to shake it*
I suppose you can sit with me, if you wish... -awkwardly takes your hand in a limp handshake- Nice to meet you...
Oh gosh, that's okay, I do sometimes get lost in my world too. So, how are you? And may I say,I like your hair.
Thank you. I’m fine, just watching the rainy day through my window.
Hello Tom. *gets shy* how are you? So you mind if I talk with you? Get to know you?. *looks down from your face and plays with my hair a little bit*
I don’t mind if you wish to talk with me, although I may not respond quickly some times. I do get lost in my own world every so often.
stananamaria submitted:
The red headed man sits limply on the old armchair, holding a glass of gin precariously between long, delicate fingers. Periodically, they twitch, spilling a couple of droplets on the carpet. However, the apparently young man doesn’t seem to notice, too absorbed by the impressive set of tvs, neatly arranged before him. Their loud, constant buzz might prove to be maddening to regular people, but as anyone reading this story might guess, the gentleman slouching in the armchair is a unique individual, and not only because he can watch twenty different movies at the same time.
He is about to take a sip from the chilled contents of his glass, when the shrill of the doorbell echoes through the spacious, but slightly disorganized apartment. Dazzled, he jumps from the chair, letting the glass slip from his hand, only to shatter violently on the wooden floor.
“ Ah!” he chants dispassionately, in an unsuccessful trial to express regret at the broken item.
The elfin form of the slightly inebriated man advances unsteadily to the door, which he opens warily. But the sight before his very eyes is very different from the familiar image of Mary Lou, with her coquettish, well kept, older woman looks.
Instead, right in front of him stands a less taller, considerably younger woman. She seems to be in her early twenties and her ginger, curly and wild hair barely reaches past his sternum. She has a round, likeable face, with wide, almond shaped eyes, in the colours of emeralds and freshly cut grass. Her nose is pert and slightly freckled and her full, a bit too wide mouth, is smiling appeasingly.
“ Hello, sir! My name is Elenor and I have just moved next door. I know you used to be the sole inhabitant of this floor until now, but I can assure you I will not interfere with your personal routine and peace in any way. I hope we will be good neighbors!”
And before he can open his mouth, she thrusts a plate full of steaming brownies in his arms
Thomas feels an object shoved into his hands as he stares at the girl in front of him. His eyebrows are scrunched in confusion as he looks down to the plate of some dark cake-like food item. Mary Lou used to make him cookies, she never made this for him, and so he has no idea what they are, but if he had a guess, it was something chocolate.
He turns without saying a word and walks further into his apartment, leaving the girl to stand by his door awkwardly.
Aw man :( I'm super sorry Tom. I hope you actually start feeling positive really soon. I know life seems pretty sucky now, but even with the stuff that has already happened, things will still heal. It'll just take a lot of time.
That’s alright, Sir/Miss. Thank you.
Well, you weren't exactly feeling happy, I don't think.
I don’t think I ever feel “happy.” Just...resigned.
Have you been feeling any better recently?? :)
Was I feeling poorly? I can’t remember.
Thank you for answering, Mister Newton! I think i might have missinterpreted the ways of your people. I hope I haven't offended you.... Oh, I am Ana, by the way. *shakes your hand briefly*
That’s all right, Miss, I’m not offended -awkwardly limp handshake-
i have always felt intrigued by this idea of asexuality, which implies the existence of other beings that are above the primal needs. Therefore, as you can imagine, you have stirred my curriosity. How does love feel when there is no lust to taint it? does it mean that, since touching is probably restricted to the members of the family and close ones, it is somehow more meaningfull, as in, intimate? (is you sense of touch more.evolved than ours?). how.did it feel when confronted for the first tim
You seem to think I am asexual, Miss. I am not. If I was, I would not have a wife; we would not have children. When I fell to Earth, I would not have been with Mary Lou. While I may no longer feel the desire for sexual or romantic relations now, I still am not asexual.
Touching is not restricted to just family members and close ones, we can and do touch fingertips with those we have just met. It is a greeting, nothing more. We are just more reserved, and more comfortable with showing affection towards those we trust.
What is your favorite genre of music?
I tend to not firmly stick to one genre...but I do like rock the most.
reminder that you are very great and special and hopefully you'll start feeling happier again!!! <3
Thank you, Sir/Miss, you are very kind.
yo you know your wife can't hear that record you made for her cause she's dead
Yes...I know...still...how cruel of you to say...
So... What IS the Anthean equivalent of a hug or a kiss, sir? What exactly did you do? Sorry for bothering you so much about this, it's just absolutely fascinating to me...
We hug and kiss about the same as you too, we just don’t hug or kiss those we don’t know well. I believe some humans will hug a stranger or someone they met not long ago. We’re not comfortable with that. Hugs are meant for family or friends that are as close to family as we can get it. Kisses are meant for just family. Pressing our fingers together is a form of greeting. I think you humans do a handshake, or a “high-five.”