Rob, Zest will meet Jail in a few years, when he gets sent in to bust up a combat cyborg op. This is me giving him and me some backstory, so that I can make that change.
BA: If it were anybody else, I'd be tempted. I sort of need the TSAB not hating me for my plan, though- and both Acous and Zest have roles to play in the scenario- ohgreatIsoundlikeGendo.
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"Run that by me again, please."
She couldn't have said what I thought she said."I'd like you to go out with me tomorrow."
She did say what I thought she said. Well, this is awkward. How do I let her down gently? I mean, she *is* my sister; I'm certainly not going to go out with her- and I don't want to encourage her to think of me that way.Come to think of it, why is Cinque thinking of me like that? Sure, it'd be harder to believe Uno- or especially Tre- saying something like that, but I still wouldn't peg *Cinque* as being the one to-"...Imma? Are you all right?"
I blinked, looking over at a concerned Cinque. "I-I'm fine. I was just thinking about your request. I'm not sure it's-"
Cinque reached out, taking my hands in hers, a pout on her face. "-such a good idea? But why? Yes, it'd be my first time, but I've been studying! I'm sure it'll go well!"
I tried to ignore the pout, with rather less success than I'd like. ...don't tell me you practiced puppy-dog eyes, too? Finally, I steeled my resolve. "No. I won't go out with you, Cinque."
Phew. I said it. Now, let's hope she takes it well.
That got me a glare. "I see. I suppose I'll have to learn about civilian behaviors on my own, then. Good day." Cinque turned on her heel, and began to walk out the door.Civilian behaviors? Wait. She was talking about-
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
BA: If it were anybody else, I'd be tempted. I sort of need the TSAB not hating me for my plan, though- and both Acous and Zest have roles to play in the scenario- ohgreatIsoundlikeGendo.
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"Run that by me again, please."
She couldn't have said what I thought she said."I'd like you to go out with me tomorrow."
She did say what I thought she said. Well, this is awkward. How do I let her down gently? I mean, she *is* my sister; I'm certainly not going to go out with her- and I don't want to encourage her to think of me that way.Come to think of it, why is Cinque thinking of me like that? Sure, it'd be harder to believe Uno- or especially Tre- saying something like that, but I still wouldn't peg *Cinque* as being the one to-"...Imma? Are you all right?"
I blinked, looking over at a concerned Cinque. "I-I'm fine. I was just thinking about your request. I'm not sure it's-"
Cinque reached out, taking my hands in hers, a pout on her face. "-such a good idea? But why? Yes, it'd be my first time, but I've been studying! I'm sure it'll go well!"
I tried to ignore the pout, with rather less success than I'd like. ...don't tell me you practiced puppy-dog eyes, too? Finally, I steeled my resolve. "No. I won't go out with you, Cinque."
Phew. I said it. Now, let's hope she takes it well.
That got me a glare. "I see. I suppose I'll have to learn about civilian behaviors on my own, then. Good day." Cinque turned on her heel, and began to walk out the door.Civilian behaviors? Wait. She was talking about-
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.