“We’ll watch Anastasia after this one,” I promised as I hit play on a tried and true for me and Elm when we couldn’t figure out what to watch.
Dace pulled out a chair but dragged the blanket on her bed over to her, then wrapped it around her like she was preparing for a few jump scares.
Dace squeaked at all the appropriate parts, and Buu gasped and jerked and growled as he really got into the movie.
By the time it was over, Dace had stopped jumping and actually looked sad it had ended, and Buu jumped up to grab the tablet from where it sat on one of Dace’s shelves so we could all see to blurt, “More ones? More ones like that?”
“I think they’re all there. You’ll have to look”. Glancing my way, she smiled. “I’ve seen parts of that one but never all the way through. I watched it when I was too small to be watching it, scaring myself sick with it so much I never tried to finish it. I’m glad I did. That was fun!” Hopping up, she rushed over to the stove. “I’ll make more popcorn for Buu for the next one.”
Buu made a happy sound.
“Oh! And Joanie lent me her nail polish! I thought, maybe, you know, we could do each others, for fun, uhm, if you wanted to.” Dace looked so damn hopeful I agreed.
“But only if I get to pick my own colors,” I haggled.
“I want pink,” Dace chattered happily.
That got an unhappy sound from Buu.
Dace and I laughed. “For us, silly,” Dace informed him. “Not you.”
Buu made a less unhappy sound and Dace conceded, “We’ll do our nails after you leave. I forgot the smell really gets to you.”
Buu turned to Dace, lifted his hand, and lifted his thumb and index fingers at her.
“Just the thumb, and turn it this way.” Dace showed him and he copied her movements for a thumbs up.
“Forget, some of the times. Buu tries,” he said with a shrug.
“I forget stuff all the time.” Dace lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
“Same,” I chimed in.
“Same,” Buu mimicked, frowning right after he said it.
“Ditto,” I quipped.
“Dildo,” Buu tried once more.
Dace made a choked sound. Face reddening, she blurted as I busted up laughing and Buu frowned at me questioningly. “Ditt-o. Ditt-o,” she repeated slowly.
“Dill-toe,” Buu repeated, to similar reactions from the peanut gallery, and by that I mean mad cackling from me.
Staring at me, Buu growled something at me but I had no idea what it was. It wasn’t an angry thing. He was growl-speaking.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“No know?” Buu’s head tipped to the side as he studied me.
“I read in my dad’s old letters that I used to. Something happened to me and it made me forget.” Lifting my hand to run my fingers across my beanie, I muttered, “That’s when my hair fell out.”
“Does hair start to fall out when humans start to forget?” Dace squeaked out worriedly. Clapping a hand to her head, her eyes bugged.
“No.” Her reaction was so ridiculous it made me laugh. “My parents found some Gray aliens. You know, like the literal Gray aliens that supposedly don’t exist. They were trying to help me somehow, I don’t know, but what they wanted to do doesn’t work on Lo denaii. It erased memories and my hair just started falling out. I have no idea what the grrr speak means but I can gather some things from growl tones.”
Buu let out a couple of growls and I listened.
“I’d say mad, sad, worried, what the hell, I’m sorry,” I muttered after he’d stopped.
