[Are... are you really sure you wanted a drunk dial? I mean, it's totally too late to back out now; the Forge has gone to voicemail, and Zack's slurred and half-conscious voice filters in before he can clearly re-evaluate this idea. Oops.]
Hey, can I ask a favor?
[Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer.]
If you ever...ever get to go home, take me with you. A world with hot chicks and swords sooooo beats mine.
Especially hot chicks in skimpy armor.
[Too bad he doesn't know the extent of it.]
Sooooo, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?
[Wait. Is that. She recognizes the voice. This is cause for celebration! The floor is still moving a little, and speech is difficult. BUT SHE KNOWS THAT VOICE]
ZACK.
[Well, that was a little more enthusiastic than she intended.]
[...]
Swords. [This word makes sense. BUT. Now there is confusion.] Hot. Chicks. [There is some confusion there! Which is best cleared up by more alcohol. Glug.]
[...]
I have a sword.
[...]
[She's looking at her armor. Buckles are suddenly confusing. And shiny!] Oh, yes. I have armor. It buckles.
Mist. And a Door.
[...]
[Helen said something. What was it. Something about his arms? Or was that the other one? Oh. wait.]
Your ass. 'sposed to be nice, but I forgot to look. Abyssals in the patrol and I forgot to...
It's not hot at all, it's... [She gets it. He's another one of those funny talkers.]
[...]
Of course it unbuckles. [Pause.] I see where you're going with this. Good. Idea. [Why so many buckles?]
[Okay. So there's like a moment of deliberating silence, and then the fastest whir or unbuckling ever possible. Quicksword is useful! Also, have a tiny crash.]
That's better.
[...]
It's not for ME, it's for Priscilla.
[...]
But I. Should see. Cast my vote and all that.
[Have a failed attempt at suppressing a laugh. It's a snicker. And now a snort. MORE LIKE ASSHOLE ON THE PATROL AMIRITE?]
[Funny talker? Noooo. Not at all.] Sure, it is! Way hotter than chicks with guns. Overrated, you know.
[Wow. That was….Dammit, why wasn’t this on video? WHY!?]
Bet it’s lighter now. [What the—So STUPID. ] And… and cooler.
[Blink.]
PrisMiss? What about her? My ass is--what?
[Huh? What? Huh?] Vote? What? I thought you were—Is there a Perfect Ass Anatole contest or something? [And no, he doesn’t even notice the double meaning of that sentence.
[And, for the record? I totally died.]
I’m trying! Cheers! [And there’s more drinking than necessary.]
[Agreeing with the funny talkers is the easiest thing to do, really.]
Much cooler. Not practical for fighting. But. More comfortable. Bit lighter, yes.
[It comes out correctly, but it's slurry.]
Do you often walk around without clothes?
Ah, Prili-- [Ahem. I can speak. Really.] Priscilla. Contest to find her a date. There have to be standards.
I volunteered you, also Angeal. But then there was. Helen pointed out your ass. Not literally.
I can't cast my vote if I've never it.
[Drink!]
Now seems like as good a time as any.
[Have an accidental flash of video. See, thinking about seeing Zack switch to video made her switch to ---yeah. Have a naked claymore side view from about the waist up. Is that an apple slice in her hair?]
*click*
[And it's voice again. She's going to pretend that never happened.]
[...]
[If there were a contest based on the OTHER meaning, Zack wouldn't even be in the running!]
[Agreeing with Zack is usually just the safest way to go anyway, and when he's drunk, it's extra secure. The topic's forgotten, lost, and he moves onto the next.
[Which, in his opinion, is a much more fun subject.]
I don't wear armor, not really. Just the shoulder guards, and the stomach wrap. Not reeeeal armor.
But--but you can regen--gren--grow your stuff back! You don't need to worry 'bout armor, right?
[And he blinks. Huh?]
Uh, no? Well, I mean, when Angeal's not home and I forgot my clothes on the bed when I take a shower and then I have to walk around, but I usually have my towel on still so I don't think it coun--
Why?
[Date. Date Priscilla. Volunteered him? AND Angeal?]
How-how many people are in this contest?! She's not dating them all! She's--She's my sis--she's LIKE my sister!
...
But...But I wanna have a say in who, too. Soneome--someone who doesn't cut off her arms. Definitely. Right?
[And then he just stares. Side view or not, but damn. Damn. His throat clicks as he swallows, and his face is turning a beautiful and alarming shade of red.]
When--when are you having a contest, huh? Can...can I volunteer for that instead?
[So, Zack takes this moment to give tit for tat...or ass for tit as the case may be. The video clicks on, and have a picture of Zack's tight boxer-clad ass. And, as if there was any doubt of whose ass it might be, his boxers are decorated with cactuar.
Mmm. Some are better at it. Faster. [Hey there brain to mouth filter, where you goin'?] I was missing an arm when I arrived.
[Conspiratorially]
I may have con---[This word. That I am searching for. Right in the middle of the sentence - poof! She remembers the concept, though. OKAY THEN, INNATE THESAURUS GO.]
---hidden that a little bit.
You seemed fond of the idea of being naked. When you. Suggested it.
[Aaaaaand he sounds excitable. It's so amusing when they flail. Is that the sound of flailing?]
Have to ask Helen. But three or four at least. Haven't seen their asses either. Hn.
Like a sister? [Have a momentary soberish thought!] Well, we've something in common, then. She's like a sister. Maybe a daughter. To me.
[This is good information. You care for Priscilla. You don't eat guts or try and kill her friends - you don't even have an awakened form. You say I CARE FOR YOU with words and maybe flowers or strawberries, not lies and piles of bodies or freshly beating hearts. What she means to say is:]
I like you.
[...]
Of course you can have a say. [Yeah, she heard about that guy. Still miles ahead of Isley. And again, no filter...]
Right. I was about to cut off my arm before I awoke here. Last arm, too.
[Sadly, she can't see that pretty shade of red, and she's a little oblivious to the click in his throat, too - aaaaand she's still pretending that nipple videoslip never happened.]
I'm having a contest? [drink] What for?
[Have a very pleased but very drunk hrm of approval, Zack. Helen was right. Perhaps she should verify this in person. She's suddenly picturing him in tight, black women's panties. What the hell, subconscious?]
[A snort at 'stop going so fast'. It is incredibly funny at this moment.]
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.]
[Too bad she can't see that image, Zack because hey, it's not that far off!]
Defes. Defenes. [No, no not defenestrate. Wrong word, Irene. Forces the damn word out slowly.] Def..en..sive types. Regrow faster. I'm not [Why is that word so much trouble right now?] ...that type.
You have no idea.
[Arms ARE important. This is a very good point. She thinks on this for a bit before taking another drink and making a muffled-by-bottle noise of approval.]
[LMAO ZACK. THAT SHIP HAS SAILED AND I THINK IT'S SINKING DUE TO SHEER WEIGHT OF THE BARRELS OF FAIL!COHOL ON BOARD]
You don't want to see me naked. [No, really. You don't. Unless you have a thing for nauseatingly scarred flesh?]
[It's a moment of drunken bonding! It's not the usual for Irene either, but it's about Priscilla. She can afford to be sappy. Have a sappy sigh, why don't you?]
I do, too. Very much.
[Well good. It is not good to be around people you don't like when you're drunk, right? Right.]
Thankyou. [drink] We like each other.
[...aaaand now she's extra curious.]
Who would you pick for her?
[...]
Keeping these arms. Likethemverymuch. Buckles are easier with two. [Speaking of buckles, they are kind of entrancing. And shiny. And on the floor. Maybe she should be on the floor with them? Yes. Moving to the floor now. There's an audible 'thump' as she just lets herself slide out of the chair.]
Floor's cold.
[Wait. Date. Auction? Money for the good of all? Totally missed the part where it's about her, yes.]
Great idea. 's there a starting bid?
[Because it must be happening right NOW. And she is missing it.]
[She's still a few drinks away from asking. But give her time, if she's not too inebriated to form words, that is. Because she can take that secret to the grave.]
[She's laughing. That may have been a snort. ALSO I DIED AT BEER PITY. IDEK.]
You're drinking beer? That's the problem, then! Ha!
Soooo, if you’re not defensive, you must be offensssive. Right? [And that sparks his interest even more. And no, the next offer isn’t the way to get a girl, but hell, he thinks it sure sounds nice. Perfect, really.]
Wanna spar? N-Not noooooow, but someday?
[And he can’t help but nod. And “MMHM” rather loudly. Arms are very important; don’t be wasteful with them! They’ll just end up in a landfill somewhere and then it’ll be a landfill of arms and it’ll smell gross. Ew. EW.
[And FAIL!Alcohol is the best kind of alcohol! And look, now that ship is burning as it drowns in the ocean.]
Why do women always… always say that? [His voice goes to a high, rather impressive falsetto.] Oh, I’m faaaat. You don’t wanna see thiiiiiis! I’m so uuuugly. [Aaaand it’s back to normal.] You’re pretty! Everyone would—should wanna see it. [Oh, obliviousness. Isn’t it wonderful? Though, truth be told, no matter how bad the scars, he’d still think she’s pretty. It’s a mental thing.
[Happy sighs are good. Good sighs. He has one, too. It’s a chorus of sighs.]
She… she’s special.
[As if either of them hadn’t confirmed that already. And he smiles.]
Friends? Friends.
[If this keeps up, he’s going to become the Claymore mascot.]
Hmmmmmm. That Na—Naruto kid isn’t bad, but he’s with Pink. Kaien~! Kaien would be AWESOME. Junpei, but they’d need… I dunno… babysitters. They’d get in trouble too much. Wish Arthur was here, still. He was kinda a dick, but they were good together. [Nod nod, mmhm, mmhm.] What about you? Who’d you pick?
[Was that--? Sorry, but Zack’s laughing at you. Hard. HARD.] You’re on the flooooor! [And yes, that IS the funniest thing he heard all day, thank you very much.]
Startin’? Oh, a MILLLLLLION Ivories! I’m paying them! Let’s see someone outbit—er, outbid me!
[After all, someone’s gotta keep you safe from all of the lecherous folks out there. Leave it to Zack, fair maiden!
[OOC:And now I want Claymore-In-Highschool-As-Stereotypes fanart. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO.]
[The odd thing is, there isn't a better thing he could say to Irene. For real.]
I am! [That's pride in her voice. She might be proud of being an offensive warrior, or she might just be proud that you guessed. ALSO SHE'S DRUNK, SO.]
Absolutely! [Drunken enthusiasm GO] I will spar with you anytime. But now. Would be bad.
[Sigh. DRINK!]
Scars. All of us have them. Don't think you'd want to see. 'specially on a full stomach.
Prispeshul. [drink] Friends.
[For the record, Zack would make an awesome Claymore mascot!]
[Have an exasperated sigh.] JUNPEI. Atleasthedleavemealone. Ugh, Trouble. Can'tevenbeginwheredoIstart.
[Know who's kinda a dick? ISLEY. Not drunk enough to say it but still. Just putting that out there.]
Angeal. Or you. But yeah, yeah... Sister.
[...]
If you were drinking the real stuff you'd be on the floor with me. [snort] Beer.
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[ Voice ]
Date: 2010-11-28 09:28 am (UTC)Hey, can I ask a favor?
[Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer.]
If you ever...ever get to go home, take me with you. A world with hot chicks and swords sooooo beats mine.
Especially hot chicks in skimpy armor.
[Too bad he doesn't know the extent of it.]
Sooooo, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?
[voice]
Date: 2010-11-28 04:36 pm (UTC)ZACK.
[Well, that was a little more enthusiastic than she intended.]
[...]
Swords. [This word makes sense. BUT. Now there is confusion.] Hot. Chicks. [There is some confusion there! Which is best cleared up by more alcohol. Glug.]
[...]
I have a sword.
[...]
[She's looking at her armor. Buckles are suddenly confusing. And shiny!] Oh, yes. I have armor. It buckles.
Mist. And a Door.
[...]
[Helen said something. What was it. Something about his arms? Or was that the other one? Oh. wait.]
Your ass. 'sposed to be nice, but I forgot to look. Abyssals in the patrol and I forgot to...
[...]
You're drunk.
[voice]
Date: 2010-11-28 04:42 pm (UTC)Your sword-- your sword is pre~tty hot, you know. Not as hot as mine, but close.
[And, have a moment of awkward leering.]
Armor that buckles... it has to unbuckle, riiiight?
[Abyssals? In the Patrol? Big things, but--]
Squats. I can do LOOOOOTS of squats. Makes for a good ass. You can see, if'n you want.
There's a hole in the Pa-Patrol?
[Abyss. Abyssal. Same thing.]
Not as drunk as you!
[voice : confusing : it's her word of the hour]
Date: 2010-11-28 06:39 pm (UTC)[...]
Of course it unbuckles. [Pause.] I see where you're going with this. Good. Idea. [Why so many buckles?]
[Okay. So there's like a moment of deliberating silence, and then the fastest whir or unbuckling ever possible. Quicksword is useful! Also, have a tiny crash.]
That's better.
[...]
It's not for ME, it's for Priscilla.
[...]
But I. Should see. Cast my vote and all that.
[Have a failed attempt at suppressing a laugh. It's a snicker. And now a snort. MORE LIKE ASSHOLE ON THE PATROL AMIRITE?]
Well catch up, then!
voice : I think it's eveeeeryone's]
Date: 2010-11-28 07:08 pm (UTC)[Wow. That was….Dammit, why wasn’t this on video? WHY!?]
Bet it’s lighter now. [What the—So STUPID. ] And… and cooler.
[Blink.]
PrisMiss? What about her? My ass is--what?
[Huh? What? Huh?] Vote? What? I thought you were—Is there a Perfect Ass Anatole contest or something? [And no, he doesn’t even notice the double meaning of that sentence.
[And, for the record? I totally died.]
I’m trying! Cheers! [And there’s more drinking than necessary.]
[voice : you're telling me]
Date: 2010-11-30 07:14 pm (UTC)[Agreeing with the funny talkers is the easiest thing to do, really.]
Much cooler. Not practical for fighting. But. More comfortable. Bit lighter, yes.
[It comes out correctly, but it's slurry.]
Do you often walk around without clothes?
Ah, Prili-- [Ahem. I can speak. Really.] Priscilla. Contest to find her a date. There have to be standards.
I volunteered you, also Angeal. But then there was. Helen pointed out your ass. Not literally.
I can't cast my vote if I've never it.
[Drink!]
Now seems like as good a time as any.
[Have an accidental flash of video. See, thinking about seeing Zack switch to video made her switch to ---yeah. Have a naked claymore side view from about the waist up. Is that an apple slice in her hair?]
*click*
[And it's voice again. She's going to pretend that never happened.]
[...]
[If there were a contest based on the OTHER meaning, Zack wouldn't even be in the running!]
You there yet? Refilled again. Hm.
[Driiiink. Eat my dust, Zack.]
[voice : they're all doomed]
Date: 2010-12-01 06:05 pm (UTC)[Which, in his opinion, is a much more fun subject.]
I don't wear armor, not really. Just the shoulder guards, and the stomach wrap. Not reeeeal armor.
But--but you can regen--gren--grow your stuff back! You don't need to worry 'bout armor, right?
[And he blinks. Huh?]
Uh, no? Well, I mean, when Angeal's not home and I forgot my clothes on the bed when I take a shower and then I have to walk around, but I usually have my towel on still so I don't think it coun--
Why?
[Date. Date Priscilla. Volunteered him? AND Angeal?]
How-how many people are in this contest?! She's not dating them all! She's--She's my sis--she's LIKE my sister!
...
But...But I wanna have a say in who, too. Soneome--someone who doesn't cut off her arms. Definitely. Right?
[And then he just stares. Side view or not, but damn. Damn. His throat clicks as he swallows, and his face is turning a beautiful and alarming shade of red.]
When--when are you having a contest, huh? Can...can I volunteer for that instead?
[So, Zack takes this moment to give tit for tat...or ass for tit as the case may be. The video clicks on, and have a picture of Zack's tight boxer-clad ass. And, as if there was any doubt of whose ass it might be, his boxers are decorated with cactuar.
[And the voice is back on a second later.]
Get--getting there! Stop going so fast!
Re: [voice : they're all doomed]
Date: 2010-12-02 03:00 am (UTC)[Conspiratorially]
I may have con---[This word. That I am searching for. Right in the middle of the sentence - poof! She remembers the concept, though. OKAY THEN, INNATE THESAURUS GO.]
---hidden that a little bit.
You seemed fond of the idea of being naked. When you. Suggested it.
[Aaaaaand he sounds excitable. It's so amusing when they flail. Is that the sound of flailing?]
Have to ask Helen. But three or four at least. Haven't seen their asses either. Hn.
Like a sister? [Have a momentary soberish thought!] Well, we've something in common, then. She's like a sister. Maybe a daughter. To me.
[This is good information. You care for Priscilla. You don't eat guts or try and kill her friends - you don't even have an awakened form. You say I CARE FOR YOU with words and maybe flowers or strawberries, not lies and piles of bodies or freshly beating hearts. What she means to say is:]
I like you.
[...]
Of course you can have a say. [Yeah, she heard about that guy. Still miles ahead of Isley. And again, no filter...]
Right. I was about to cut off my arm before I awoke here. Last arm, too.
[Sadly, she can't see that pretty shade of red, and she's a little oblivious to the click in his throat, too - aaaaand she's still pretending that
nipplevideoslip never happened.]I'm having a contest? [drink] What for?
[Have a very pleased but very drunk hrm of approval, Zack. Helen was right. Perhaps she should verify this in person. She's suddenly picturing him in tight, black women's panties. What the hell, subconscious?]
[A snort at 'stop going so fast'. It is incredibly funny at this moment.]
I'll slow down just for you.
[Congratulations, you made her laugh!]
[voice : Sooooo sorry about the length :x ]
Date: 2010-12-02 09:11 am (UTC)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 : never apologize for that! /tl;drs in return :o ]
Date: 2010-12-02 06:47 pm (UTC)Defes. Defenes. [No, no not defenestrate. Wrong word, Irene. Forces the damn word out slowly.] Def..en..sive types. Regrow faster. I'm not [Why is that word so much trouble right now?] ...that type.
You have no idea.
[Arms ARE important. This is a very good point. She thinks on this for a bit before taking another drink and making a muffled-by-bottle noise of approval.]
[LMAO ZACK. THAT SHIP HAS SAILED AND I THINK IT'S SINKING DUE TO SHEER WEIGHT OF THE BARRELS OF FAIL!COHOL ON BOARD]
You don't want to see me naked. [No, really. You don't. Unless you have a thing for nauseatingly scarred flesh?]
[It's a moment of drunken bonding! It's not the usual for Irene either, but it's about Priscilla. She can afford to be sappy. Have a sappy sigh, why don't you?]
I do, too. Very much.
[Well good. It is not good to be around people you don't like when you're drunk, right? Right.]
Thankyou. [drink] We like each other.
[...aaaand now she's extra curious.]
Who would you pick for her?
[...]
Keeping these arms. Likethemverymuch. Buckles are easier with two.
[Speaking of buckles, they are kind of entrancing. And shiny. And on the floor. Maybe she should be on the floor with them? Yes. Moving to the floor now. There's an audible 'thump' as she just lets herself slide out of the chair.]
Floor's cold.
[Wait. Date. Auction? Money for the good of all? Totally missed the part where it's about her, yes.]
Great idea. 's there a starting bid?
[Because it must be happening right NOW. And she is missing it.]
[She's still a few drinks away from asking. But give her time, if she's not too inebriated to form words, that is. Because she can take that secret to the grave.]
[She's laughing. That may have been a snort. ALSO I DIED AT BEER PITY. IDEK.]
You're drinking beer? That's the problem, then! Ha!
[voice :MY GOD, THIS CONVERSATION, WHAT IS IT? XD ]
Date: 2010-12-02 07:18 pm (UTC)Soooo, if you’re not defensive, you must be offensssive. Right? [And that sparks his interest even more. And no, the next offer isn’t the way to get a girl, but hell, he thinks it sure sounds nice. Perfect, really.]
Wanna spar? N-Not noooooow, but someday?
[And he can’t help but nod. And “MMHM” rather loudly. Arms are very important; don’t be wasteful with them! They’ll just end up in a landfill somewhere and then it’ll be a landfill of arms and it’ll smell gross. Ew. EW.
[And FAIL!Alcohol is the best kind of alcohol! And look, now that ship is burning as it drowns in the ocean.]
Why do women always… always say that? [His voice goes to a high, rather impressive falsetto.] Oh, I’m faaaat. You don’t wanna see thiiiiiis! I’m so uuuugly. [Aaaand it’s back to normal.] You’re pretty! Everyone would—should wanna see it. [Oh, obliviousness. Isn’t it wonderful? Though, truth be told, no matter how bad the scars, he’d still think she’s pretty. It’s a mental thing.
[Happy sighs are good. Good sighs. He has one, too. It’s a chorus of sighs.]
She… she’s special.
[As if either of them hadn’t confirmed that already. And he smiles.]
Friends? Friends.
[If this keeps up, he’s going to become the Claymore mascot.]
Hmmmmmm. That Na—Naruto kid isn’t bad, but he’s with Pink. Kaien~! Kaien would be AWESOME. Junpei, but they’d need… I dunno… babysitters. They’d get in trouble too much. Wish Arthur was here, still. He was kinda a dick, but they were good together. [Nod nod, mmhm, mmhm.] What about you? Who’d you pick?
[Was that--? Sorry, but Zack’s laughing at you. Hard. HARD.] You’re on the flooooor! [And yes, that IS the funniest thing he heard all day, thank you very much.]
Startin’? Oh, a MILLLLLLION Ivories! I’m paying them! Let’s see someone outbit—er, outbid me!
[After all, someone’s gotta keep you safe from all of the lecherous folks out there. Leave it to Zack, fair maiden!
[And hey, beer pity is… is just wrong! :P]
What’s wrong with beer? HUH?
Re: [voice :MY GOD, THIS CONVERSATION, WHAT IS IT? XD ]
Date: 2010-12-04 12:44 am (UTC)[The odd thing is, there isn't a better thing he could say to Irene. For real.]
I am! [That's pride in her voice. She might be proud of being an offensive warrior, or she might just be proud that you guessed. ALSO SHE'S DRUNK, SO.]
Absolutely! [Drunken enthusiasm GO] I will spar with you anytime. But now. Would be bad.
[Sigh. DRINK!]
Scars. All of us have them. Don't think you'd want to see. 'specially on a full stomach.
Prispeshul. [drink] Friends.
[For the record, Zack would make an awesome Claymore mascot!]
[Have an exasperated sigh.] JUNPEI. Atleasthedleavemealone. Ugh, Trouble. Can'tevenbeginwheredoIstart.
[Know who's kinda a dick? ISLEY. Not drunk enough to say it but still. Just putting that out there.]
Angeal. Or you. But yeah, yeah... Sister.
[...]
If you were drinking the real stuff you'd be on the floor with me. [snort] Beer.
That's alotofivo--
---doyou have that much?
[Shrug. drink.]
You win then. What's the prize?
[...]
Nothing. If you're a lightweight.