"I never said I was writing on the computer itself," Glory pointed out. She opened the message window on her computer and showed it to him. "See, the red lines are what I've written, and the blue ones are from Cassidy." To demonstrate, she tapped on her keyboard rapidly, since she was a fast typist to begin with, and she wrote something to her sister.

Cass, if you're that desperate to bug me, then we can get lunch sometime.

A moment later, her sister sent a reply.

Only if you agree to watch Jason for the evening one of these days so that Steven and I can have a night out.

Glory rolled her eyes, but replied anyways.

You're terrible at bargaining. But if it keeps you from bugging me at school, then deal. You better pay me for watching him, though. You gypped me last time.

Glory ignored whatevery her sister sent afterwards, knowing she had accepted the terms regardless. She looked back at Nassir.

"See? I sent her a message, she sent one back."

Nassir's eyes widened, poking the screen as he saw words pop up. Never learning to read english, he could nevertheless tell they were sending the words back and forth. "Where is sister? She can't be far if the messages come this fast." reasoned the man watching in obvious facination.

"It doesn't matter where she is," Glory replied. "The messages will be sent as fast as we can write them. It would only take a second or so for them to reach around the world, if they had to." She closed the message window again. "Cassidy lives about an hour away, though. I'm only living in this apartment so that I can go to school here in town. She lives closer to where our parents live."

Nassir was feeling his head hurt form all the confusion and amazement. Suddenly, he didn't feel as all powerful as usual. This, of course, made the male sulk in his couch as he now dubbed it.
"What the hell has happened since I've been asleep....?"

"Technology happened," Glory said tartly. She saw the look on his face, and decided against teasing him a bit more. He looked terribly confused and a little intimidated. "I guess phenomenal cosmic power isn't exactly what it used to be, huh? Technology's advancing practically at the speed of light, it has been for years. I mean, nine of ten people have a piece of technology on them that lets them talk to someone instantly without being face-to-face. Hell, I have one." She loved her cell phone... She probably couldn't live without it.

Nassir didn't even credit his mistress with a response this time, slinking lower into the cushions with his arms folded across his chest. He hated feeling weak, and he hated being confused. Thus, he glared at the wall as if by doing so he would burn the thing in his annoyance. Granted, he probably could if he tried hard enough, but he held back, not looking forward to being punished.

Nassir had been punished many times for "insolence." Really, it was mostly him trying to speak out and be free, or him just being a natural djinni. Djinni were cunning, strong, proud, tricky, powerful beings, and they liked to either help or torment humans as their mood suited them.

Glory raised an eyebrow when he started to essentially pout on her couch, but she didn't say anything. He probably deserved to pout for a little while, at least. She sat down on the couch as well, but tried to put as much space between them as she could. They both deserved their personal space, as far as she was concerned.

"So..." she said, trying to break the silence, "I don't know much about you, and you don't know much about me. Was there anything you really wanted to know?" God knows SHE had questions, but she wasn't going to try to pry into his personal history.

Growling, he scootched over, curled up on more than half the couch as he wanted to keep it. Hearing the voice of his mistress, Glory...a nice name to be sure, he turned, looking at her for a moment before hurriedly looking away, in a ball.

"Not particularly." he answered with a shrug, closing his eyes and refusing to look at her right now, facing away so she could not see any expressions on his face, lest he seem weak or crumble a bit. "You're just another human...you all become the same after a while. I will be with you until you get mad and toss that lamp or lose it, then another couple hundred years and someone else will find me. So then the cycle will continue to the end of my days." he muttered, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"I thought about it for a moment," Glory admitted, "when you were being difficult yesterday. I thought about it for maybe ten seconds, but then I realized that I would just be proving you right. And I mean, at the moment I don't want anything that you can give me, but that doesn't mean I still can't be nice." She noticed how he tried to take up more of the couch, as if trying to force her off, but she held her ground.

Picking up the largest cushion on the couch, Nassir plopped himself down in a corner of the room, hugging the squishy item to him and curling up with the pilfered pillow. "I used to like humans, but you all are the same...nice at first, until they get tired of me or know what I am..then all you do is want things." he muttered, mostly as though he were talking to himself, but he let her hear him. Rocking, he tried to relax and calm his nerves.

"Well, like I said, at the moment I don't want anything that you can give me," Glory said. "I'm pretty happy with my life right now. I have an apartment, a job, and a car, that's all I really need." Granted, there were many times that she wished her friends weren't too busy to hang out, but she knew they had their own lives, and she wasn't about to force her way in. It was lonely, sometimes, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to.

Nassir shrugged, staring intently at the ceiling. He wanted to believe maybe he found the nice, perfect, gentle human master he always hoped to have, but he dared not get his hopes up. Watching Glory, Nassir sighed. "That is good for you." came his mumble, tossing and turning idly in restlessness and uncertainty in this new enviornment.

Glory stretched and stood up.

"I have some errands I need to run today," she said. She needed to go grocery shopping, definitely, and she needed to buy a couple of new sweaters. Winter was coming, after all, and she loved wearing sweaters. "You're welcome to come with me, if you like, but I won't make you. In my experience, males tend to not like shopping. At least, I know my brother doesn't." Taking her cell phone off of its charger, she put it in her pocket. "I'll make sure to pick up more olives while I'm out."

"Hmph, I'll come, got nothing better to do." replied the bored, slightly put out from earlier djinni, standing and shaking himself off. He was, in part, curious what her world was like, and he did like pulling the ocassional prank or otherwise disturbing the human peace every once in a while. Well, when not being caged or ordered to do things. Honestly, she said she was fine, but sooner or later, they all wished for something.

"Alright," Glory said. "Like I said, it's up to you. I just need to go to a few stores. I need groceries, and I want to get a couple of new sweaters." She grinned a bit. "I love sweaters, I wear them all winter." Grabbing her purse, she rooted through it for a moment, making sure she had her wallet and her car keys. "The mall is at the other end of town, so we'll be taking my car."