Because you're psychic, BA. Now shush. ^_^
Eh, Cinque's not nearly as monotone as some. Sette, Otto, and Deed are the really bad ones. Cinque tends toward a certain reserved formality, familial love, and a protective streak a mile wide.
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"Hey! Look! Elephant ears!"
"What's an elephant, Imma?"
"What? Oh, it's an animal from my homeworld- a plant-eater. Twice as tall as a man, with tusks, a long trunk, and big, floppy ears."
"...and you eat its ears!? Imma, how could you! That's so cruel!"
"Relax, sis. They're just called 'elephant ears'.
Two, please."
"Really? You really exmrfle"
"Thank you.
See, Cinque? It's just fried dough, covered in sugar. No elephant at all."
chewchewchew
GULP
"...you're right. Sorry."
"Eh, it happens. Don't worry about it."
"...um, Imma? Could I get another of those 'elephant ears'?"
"Heh. I don't see why not."
*****
"Knife throwing? They made an entertainment out of knife throwing?"
"Eh... not so much an entertainment as a competition. See here? You're given twenty knives to throw, forty seconds to throw them, and twenty targets to hit. If you manage to hit ten or more targets during that time, you win a prize."
"Ah. And what... are..."
"Cinque?"
"Looks like the little lady there really likes that top prize. Why don't you step up and try your luck? Only two credits a play!"
Hmm. On the one hand, she really wants that prize. On the other, I can't throw knives worth crap. What to do?
...yeah, I'll just take a third option. "Hey, Cinque? If you come over here for a bit, you can win that prize you're staring at."
...okay, I get that you really want that thing, but you didn't have to shove me out of the way!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Eh, Cinque's not nearly as monotone as some. Sette, Otto, and Deed are the really bad ones. Cinque tends toward a certain reserved formality, familial love, and a protective streak a mile wide.
**********
"Hey! Look! Elephant ears!"
"What's an elephant, Imma?"
"What? Oh, it's an animal from my homeworld- a plant-eater. Twice as tall as a man, with tusks, a long trunk, and big, floppy ears."
"...and you eat its ears!? Imma, how could you! That's so cruel!"
"Relax, sis. They're just called 'elephant ears'.
Two, please."
"Really? You really exmrfle"
"Thank you.
See, Cinque? It's just fried dough, covered in sugar. No elephant at all."
chewchewchew
GULP
"...you're right. Sorry."
"Eh, it happens. Don't worry about it."
"...um, Imma? Could I get another of those 'elephant ears'?"
"Heh. I don't see why not."
*****
"Knife throwing? They made an entertainment out of knife throwing?"
"Eh... not so much an entertainment as a competition. See here? You're given twenty knives to throw, forty seconds to throw them, and twenty targets to hit. If you manage to hit ten or more targets during that time, you win a prize."
"Ah. And what... are..."
"Cinque?"
"Looks like the little lady there really likes that top prize. Why don't you step up and try your luck? Only two credits a play!"
Hmm. On the one hand, she really wants that prize. On the other, I can't throw knives worth crap. What to do?
...yeah, I'll just take a third option. "Hey, Cinque? If you come over here for a bit, you can win that prize you're staring at."
...okay, I get that you really want that thing, but you didn't have to shove me out of the way!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.