<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu crossed his arms and leaned back into the sofa as Alida cocked her head at his statements. He wasn't sure if this was in response to what he had said, or if she was just having troubles understanding what he was saying. He could feel a slight bit of confusion from the girl, but once again, had no idea what it was about.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"If you don't understand something, you should know by now to speak up..."</span></span>Izu said in a matter of fact kind of way. Alida had a bad habit of just tilting her head like a dog whenever she didn't understand something. It would have made their time together so much easier if she had picked up on the habit of vocalization when she was confused. Izu let out a small sigh, letting the thought go as he watched Alida.<br/><br/>Izu simply sat and watched Alida go through her emotions like a little typhoon of feelings. She seemed to be having issues grasping at something, thought exactly what was a mystery. Suddenly, things went from confusion to sadness as a wave of depression smacked him in the face like a twenty ton truck.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Hey now, keep that stuff to yourself..."</span></span>he said with a bit of irritation. Now that he knew what the alien feelings were, he was better equip to handle them. They still made him feel uneasy though.<br/><br/>It hit her slowly at first and she looked down at the ground with a contemplative, teary eyed stare. She was quiet for a few moments, her chin wobbling and crumpling every once and a while, then finally she spoke.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida have nothing. Alida not good,"</span></span>she muttered remorsefully. She seemed genuinely distraught that she had nothing to offer Izu.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"What Alida do?"</span></span>she asked Izu with clear sadness hanging from every word.<br/><br/>Izu furrowed his brow, giving Alida a slightly disapproving look. She should have known by now that Izu was a very sexual person and that what he said should had been taken as a sexual joke. That being said, Alida didn't exactly have a good track record of picking up on hidden meanings. A small sigh escaped his lips as he looked over to the petite girl.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"You're good. You have things to offer me, you just need to think like a man. Other than that, just make yourself useful. Clean up after yourself. Learn to cook. Learn more words and their meanings. <span style="font-style: italic">Stop breaking my clocks.</span>"</span></span>Izu said, adding that last bit as a small joke.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Stop rushing yourself, Alida. I've come to terms with the fact that things are just going to be this way. You should too."</span></span>he said with a lazy smile.<br/><br/>Izu let out a small groan of pain as he used his busted hand to push himself to his feet. He grabbed his plate and rinsed it off in the sink, his injured hand just hanging uselessly at his side. As he walked out of the half-kitchen, Izu stopped and put his bad hand on his hip. His eyes barreled into the small girl as he spoke,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Seriously though. Stop worrying about it. Sure, you're a massive pain to take care of. You eat my food and cause me a ton of stress... But you're nice to look at, and I've grown accustomed to the constant fear of what you may do next."</span></span>Izu said, essentially admitting that he enjoyed having her around because it brought a little life to his otherwise dull life. He would never outright admit that though, he just wasn't that kind of person.<br/><br/>Another yawn left his lips as he walked out into the living room and laid down on the sofa, pulling a thin blanket over his form. His eyes scanned Alida and then searched for the clothes he had just bought for her.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Does everything fit...?"</span></span>he asked while pointing at her clothes. It wasn't really interested in if they fit well or not. In fact, he hoped they were a little tight just so he would have something to look forward to when watching her struggle to get into them. Izu wasn't asking the girl to get dressed again, and in truth he preferred her nude anyways. While at first it made things difficult for himself, now it only served as a form of entertainment. Of coarse, it was also fun to watch Alida struggle with clothes from time to time. That was different though.