...like, at this point in the narratives? 'Cause I don't think I could manage to survive if I were just dropped in to the Tenchiverse like you were.
As things are now, though... eh, who am I kidding? I'd get splattered by somebody-or-other. That, or trapped in the Lab until the End of Days.
Also, apologies for the shortness of the snippet. Being barely awake and terribly busy has affected the industriousness of my muse. -_-
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"Aaaaaand WE HAVE A WINNER! Look here, everyone- this young lady just managed a PERFECT SCORE! CONGRATULATIONS! Here's your prize, little missy- you earned it! Now, who wants to be the next to try their luck? You! You, sir! You look like the sort of man who could win our NEW grand prize! Why, that young lady..."
I'd believe your congratulations more if I couldn't see you starting to sweat. Still, that was masterfully done, turning her win into advertisement. ...wait a second. Cinque just won the grand prize. The grand prize was a GIANT bear plushy. The bear is about as tall as Cinque. How's she going to... no. Oh, no.
"Could you hold my bear, Imma?"
Ack! No! Bad Cinque- bad! Not the puppy-dog eyes!
"Not really, no."Keep your disapproving look to yourself- and stop quivering your lip at me!
"Think about it. It's as tall as I am, and wider around than I can hold. I can lift it, yes, and I could carry it... but I'd probably drop it, and I don't want your nice, new bear all dirty."
That turned things around. Now to really get out of this.
"Let's carry it together. You know, back to the tent?"
Ah, good. She got the hint.
"Well-reasoned, Imma. Let's."
"So what do you want to do after that?"
"I saw an advertisement for a 'magic show', set to start in about twenty minutes. It might be educational."
...or it might be a complete (and entertaining) surprise to you. Either way, I'm good with it.
"Sure."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
As things are now, though... eh, who am I kidding? I'd get splattered by somebody-or-other. That, or trapped in the Lab until the End of Days.
Also, apologies for the shortness of the snippet. Being barely awake and terribly busy has affected the industriousness of my muse. -_-
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"Aaaaaand WE HAVE A WINNER! Look here, everyone- this young lady just managed a PERFECT SCORE! CONGRATULATIONS! Here's your prize, little missy- you earned it! Now, who wants to be the next to try their luck? You! You, sir! You look like the sort of man who could win our NEW grand prize! Why, that young lady..."
I'd believe your congratulations more if I couldn't see you starting to sweat. Still, that was masterfully done, turning her win into advertisement. ...wait a second. Cinque just won the grand prize. The grand prize was a GIANT bear plushy. The bear is about as tall as Cinque. How's she going to... no. Oh, no.
"Could you hold my bear, Imma?"
Ack! No! Bad Cinque- bad! Not the puppy-dog eyes!
"Not really, no."Keep your disapproving look to yourself- and stop quivering your lip at me!
"Think about it. It's as tall as I am, and wider around than I can hold. I can lift it, yes, and I could carry it... but I'd probably drop it, and I don't want your nice, new bear all dirty."
That turned things around. Now to really get out of this.
"Let's carry it together. You know, back to the tent?"
Ah, good. She got the hint.
"Well-reasoned, Imma. Let's."
"So what do you want to do after that?"
"I saw an advertisement for a 'magic show', set to start in about twenty minutes. It might be educational."
...or it might be a complete (and entertaining) surprise to you. Either way, I'm good with it.
"Sure."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.