Better at—at growing stuff? Like, what, do you study for it? [And he had this momentary horrible mental image of all these scantily clad women getting random limbs chopped off and having to regrow them, all the while being graded on their speed by instructors. Some pop-quiz that would be. Gross. And hot for the scantily clad women part. BUT GROSS.] Dude, what kinda school did you go to?!
And arms are important. Doon—Don’t lose it!
[Well, he was more fond of the idea of HER being naked, but he couldn’t say that. Could he? She’d probably find it funny. Charming. Wiiiiiitty. And since the filter had sailed away on a ship two bottles ago—]
More you naked, less me naked. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with me being naked –I know lots of folks that’d love to see it—but, I dunno, flirting. Something. Something. [Which was his intoxicated way of saying, I didn’t think you’d actually DO it.]
Yeah, family. She’s special to me. Really special. She deserves better and I just wanna see her happy. Deep down true happy.
[And yes, this was a sappy moment. Normally, he didn’t go into it at length with a near stranger, but the pesky filter was a dot on the horizon. Besides, this was a safe zone, at least about Priscilla. And she’d understand, especially since he didn’t dine on guts.
[He felt a bit of pride at that, and smiled.]
I like you, too. You’re a pretty good gir—lad—person. Mmhm. [‘Person’ was a good word for feminists, right? Sure. Yeah. ]
And aweeesome. I got high standards. PrisMiss doesn’t like ‘em I think, but she just hasn’t seen what kinda guy I can pick for her. She’ll be cool after that.
[There was a nod, confident and sure, that is replaced by a horrified expression a second later.]
Why? You have pretty arms! Don’t get rid of them! It’s a—a waste!
[Because women’s arms that heft swords? Hoooot. ] Not that you wouldn’t be hot anymore if you didn’t have arms –you would—but don’t, don’t go hurting yourself! Life isn’t that bad; it’ll get better! I promise!
[Does Zack think you’re a cutter or perhaps suicidal? Maybe.]
For youuuu to date someone. Duh. Maybe we should have a—a Date auction. We could….could the money towards something good for the Scort—Scra—for us all?
[Zack. Always thinking. And being thought about, so it seems. Really, Irene, for the right woman, especially a woman that could keep a secret, he might just do what’s on your mind. Might. After as much booze as he’s having now.]
Hey, hey, hey, I don’t want—don’t want your beer pity, man! [And he was back to drinking again.]
[voice : Sooooo sorry about the length :x ]
And arms are important. Doon—Don’t lose it!
[Well, he was more fond of the idea of HER being naked, but he couldn’t say that. Could he? She’d probably find it funny. Charming. Wiiiiiitty. And since the filter had sailed away on a ship two bottles ago—]
More you naked, less me naked. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with me being naked –I know lots of folks that’d love to see it—but, I dunno, flirting. Something. Something. [Which was his intoxicated way of saying, I didn’t think you’d actually DO it.]
Yeah, family. She’s special to me. Really special. She deserves better and I just wanna see her happy. Deep down true happy.
[And yes, this was a sappy moment. Normally, he didn’t go into it at length with a near stranger, but the pesky filter was a dot on the horizon. Besides, this was a safe zone, at least about Priscilla. And she’d understand, especially since he didn’t dine on guts.
[He felt a bit of pride at that, and smiled.]
I like you, too. You’re a pretty good gir—lad—person. Mmhm. [‘Person’ was a good word for feminists, right? Sure. Yeah. ]
And aweeesome. I got high standards. PrisMiss doesn’t like ‘em I think, but she just hasn’t seen what kinda guy I can pick for her. She’ll be cool after that.
[There was a nod, confident and sure, that is replaced by a horrified expression a second later.]
Why? You have pretty arms! Don’t get rid of them! It’s a—a waste!
[Because women’s arms that heft swords? Hoooot. ] Not that you wouldn’t be hot anymore if you didn’t have arms –you would—but don’t, don’t go hurting yourself! Life isn’t that bad; it’ll get better! I promise!
[Does Zack think you’re a cutter or perhaps suicidal? Maybe.]
For youuuu to date someone. Duh. Maybe we should have a—a Date auction. We could….could the money towards something good for the Scort—Scra—for us all?
[Zack. Always thinking. And being thought about, so it seems. Really, Irene, for the right woman, especially a woman that could keep a secret, he might just do what’s on your mind. Might. After as much booze as he’s having now.]
Hey, hey, hey, I don’t want—don’t want your beer pity, man! [And he was back to drinking again.]