...you say that like I couldn't change my mind and go Full Harem. I've laid the foundations for it, haven't I? :3(I'm not going to change my mind and go Full Harem.)
BA, I'm an only child. More than that, a sheltered, introverted only child who never really fit in at school. I Get People as an intellectual exercise. Sort of, anyway.More than that, a prudish, sheltered, introverted, hopeless romantic of a sheltered child. Yeah. On top of that, the phrasing was ringing all sorts of alarm bells- I specifically wrote it to do that.
Really, such a pairing has so many issues that it isn't even funny. There's the physical age issue to consider. Then there's the mental age gap, which is less of an issue than it might be because of the way their minds work. I'm trying to write the Numbers as being mature, but lacking an understanding of non-combat activities; that, combined with my mind going 'she's less than TWO YEARS OLD!', is the mental age issue in a nutshell. Then you have me shoving them into the 'sibling' mental box so hard their genetic donors landed in the friend zone, the biological oddities implied in combat cyborg construction, and what would likely be the Overprotective Father From Heterodyne Castle to worry about.
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Cinque didn't stop, forcing me to run for a second to catch up. "Wait! I didn't realize you wanted to go out to study! OF COURSE I'll go out with you!"
That stopped her in her tracks. Cinque stopped glaring at me, shifting from annoyed disdain to surprise, and then to confusion. "You will... but what did you? Why?" She stopped herself, gathered her wits, and tried again. "I'm sorry? What did you believe I meant?"
Ah, good. She didn't even think of it. That's a relief! I adopted my best lecturing pose (read: not that great), and my best (considerably better) didactic voice. "The phrase 'go out with', in the culture I grew up in, is generally used to describe either a romantic relationship, or the activities that prospective couples use to determine their romantic compatibility." I dropped the pose, and gave (a shocked) Cinque a relieved grin. "In short, I thought you were asking me out on a date."
[Mal, get a photo of that face. Save it in the same folder as the one from that time with the Relic.]
[DONE.]
"...but I... I didn't... I wouldn't..." Again, Cinque stopped, visibly gathered herself, and then tried again. "Certainly not! I would never be so forward, so abrupt! I merely wished for you to escort me, as my brother and mentor, to a social event!"
Okay, there are holes in what you just said large enough to throw the complete Wheel of Time through... but there's NO WAY I'm going there... and stop blushing!
[EPIDERMAL TEMPERATURE READINGS SUGGEST YOU ARE BLUSHING AS WELL.]
[...shut UP, Malleus!]
[SHUTTING UP AS REQUESTED.]
Why did I have to get a Device with a sense of humor?
[IT IS UNCOMMON FORTUNE.]
Clever.
I turned my attention back to Cinque- my mental discussion with Mal having only taken half a second or so- and nodded. "Well, in that case, I accept." Right as I finished saying that, though, I found myself thinking What have I gotten myself into?... so naturally, I asked.
"Hey, Cinque. What have I gotten myself into?"
"Fun." She smiled, and waved me on down the hall. "We depart in one hour. Meet me at the transport room."Right. Now, what to wear?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
BA, I'm an only child. More than that, a sheltered, introverted only child who never really fit in at school. I Get People as an intellectual exercise. Sort of, anyway.More than that, a prudish, sheltered, introverted, hopeless romantic of a sheltered child. Yeah. On top of that, the phrasing was ringing all sorts of alarm bells- I specifically wrote it to do that.
Really, such a pairing has so many issues that it isn't even funny. There's the physical age issue to consider. Then there's the mental age gap, which is less of an issue than it might be because of the way their minds work. I'm trying to write the Numbers as being mature, but lacking an understanding of non-combat activities; that, combined with my mind going 'she's less than TWO YEARS OLD!', is the mental age issue in a nutshell. Then you have me shoving them into the 'sibling' mental box so hard their genetic donors landed in the friend zone, the biological oddities implied in combat cyborg construction, and what would likely be the Overprotective Father From Heterodyne Castle to worry about.
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Cinque didn't stop, forcing me to run for a second to catch up. "Wait! I didn't realize you wanted to go out to study! OF COURSE I'll go out with you!"
That stopped her in her tracks. Cinque stopped glaring at me, shifting from annoyed disdain to surprise, and then to confusion. "You will... but what did you? Why?" She stopped herself, gathered her wits, and tried again. "I'm sorry? What did you believe I meant?"
Ah, good. She didn't even think of it. That's a relief! I adopted my best lecturing pose (read: not that great), and my best (considerably better) didactic voice. "The phrase 'go out with', in the culture I grew up in, is generally used to describe either a romantic relationship, or the activities that prospective couples use to determine their romantic compatibility." I dropped the pose, and gave (a shocked) Cinque a relieved grin. "In short, I thought you were asking me out on a date."
[Mal, get a photo of that face. Save it in the same folder as the one from that time with the Relic.]
[DONE.]
"...but I... I didn't... I wouldn't..." Again, Cinque stopped, visibly gathered herself, and then tried again. "Certainly not! I would never be so forward, so abrupt! I merely wished for you to escort me, as my brother and mentor, to a social event!"
Okay, there are holes in what you just said large enough to throw the complete Wheel of Time through... but there's NO WAY I'm going there... and stop blushing!
[EPIDERMAL TEMPERATURE READINGS SUGGEST YOU ARE BLUSHING AS WELL.]
[...shut UP, Malleus!]
[SHUTTING UP AS REQUESTED.]
Why did I have to get a Device with a sense of humor?
[IT IS UNCOMMON FORTUNE.]
Clever.
I turned my attention back to Cinque- my mental discussion with Mal having only taken half a second or so- and nodded. "Well, in that case, I accept." Right as I finished saying that, though, I found myself thinking What have I gotten myself into?... so naturally, I asked.
"Hey, Cinque. What have I gotten myself into?"
"Fun." She smiled, and waved me on down the hall. "We depart in one hour. Meet me at the transport room."Right. Now, what to wear?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.