"Yeah," she answered simply.  She twisted in her spot on the loveseat to face Kiki.  The thought of having a companion was laughable.  Who would want to live with a werewolf?<br/><br/>Who would want to live with a werewolf... Maybe she<em>should</em>tell Kiki about her condition.  After all, the girl had a right to know.  She was going to be sharing a bed with her tonight; at least she should know she wasn't sharing it with a human.  But Starr didn't want to scare her away.  Starr wouldn't dream of hurting her... but could she convince her of that?<br/><br/>If anyone was going to understand... if anyone could accept Starr's condition, it would be Kiki.  She knew what it was like to be different.  To not be human.  She knew the unfairness of judging someone before getting to know them, right?  Starr took a deep breath, preparing herself to speak.<br/><br/>"No one seems to want to share space with a werewolf, Kiki..." She watched the girl intently, praying she wasn't scared.<em>Dear lord, please don't let this bite me in the ass...</em><br/><br/>She sat a second in the silence, and quickly added, "I swear, I wouldn't dream of hurting you.  Honestly.  I'm not a bloodthirsty killer... I'm just... different..." She sat with bated breath, hoping Kiki would say something quickly, so she didn't have to worry too long.