"Why do humans find it necessary to squeeze each other when they leave each other's company? You're blocking the television. It's the last episode of One Life To Live."
I have a Djinn with a soap opera addiction.
"It's a commercial and sometimes people like to hug. Why do
(more) you watch this stuff G? It's made-up. And stupid. And possibly causes obesity."
I had a million things to do so why was I standing in my living room, uncomfortably I might add, talking about,hugs with a fresh-out-of-the-bottle genie... and when did my genie turn into my roommate?
"Humans hug when they greet each other."
He leaned to his right, giving me a slightly condescending look before turning back to the television.
"Your point?" I asked.
G tended to vacillate between child-like and arrogant and right now he was giving me both.
"I just find it odd. We Djinn don't-"
"Yeah yeah, I know, you Djinn don't feel emotion and we weak humans-"
He silenced me with a look (I hate when he does that) and I sighed. There was a method to his madness, he was obsessed with hearing about human family dynamics and I was his default case study.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched his barely controlled excitement. His color was heightened and his eyes large and bright. Focused.
"When I was a little girl every time I left the house I'd have to give my Parents a hug and tell them I loved them, G, you know this already."
"But why?"
He wasn't gonna leave this alone as usual.
"In case I died and never saw them again, at least they knew I loved them."
He was quiet for a moment,thinking then said, "You're still in my way. And can I have a hug?"(less)
