<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5Qw5nUM.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Parsifal Thompkins<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eugenia, Renee, Sara, Seren, Edward, Victoria<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Moving and getting acquainted<br/><hr/><br/>Parsifal nodded in greeting to Sara, very glad that the dogs were controlled. He'd assured his roommate that he would take the best care with her computers, better than the moving service. He hadn't accounted for the possibility of over-eager dogs running loose.<br/><br/>With his peripheral vision blocked by the very businesslike, utilitarian tower computers, he had to turn he whole body to look over at Susan. He nodded and smiled in greeting, but was looking the wrong way when Sara bid farewell, so he didn't have a chance to correct her on the name.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be the worst name he'd ever been called, and he'd been called Percy more than a few times. The worst, though, was in grade school. One of the school bullies had called him Pussy-Full, which sent Parsifal running home to his mother, stunned and embarrassed by such a scandalous name. His mother had nodded, a faint grin on her face, and said, "Next time someone calls you that, tell them that's more pussy than<em>they'll</em>ever fill." Parsifal was shocked into silence for several seconds - he couldn't believe that his<em>mother</em>knew such vulgar language! - before he giggled hesitantly. It opened his eyes to the idea that women could know as much - and more! - about sex than men did.<br/><br/>By the time he turned back toward Sara, she was already entering the other building. He was sure he'd see her again sooner or later, and correct her on the name then. But for now, he needed to get the computers in before any more dogs showed up...