Quote:Or it could go that way, yeah. It's pretty much just guidelines, anyway. A few neat 'what if?' stories could result from the exploration of this particular avenue.
Sounds about right, although from Natsuki's example we know that it's the intensity of the feeling that does the trick, so an MIP doesn't neccessarily have to be alive to count...
Quote:*snickersnort* would two Shizurus count as a perpetuum mobile? They just keep going and going and going ...
*starry eyed* Mmm...
Well, that had been ... awkward. To say the least. Good practice at sprouting impromptu bullshit, though. Very Johny Bravo-esque, the whole thing. You can interpret that how you please.
"Ick! Oh I did so not need that image in my head," Juliet shuddered. Then sent a glare my way. "Don't say it."
"Say what?" butter wouldn't melt. Butter wouldn't melt.
"It!"
"Hmm? Oh, you mean," I dodged an elbow and pitched my voice higher. "What are the odds of someone from Garderobe coming here?"
Well, apparently the odds had either been quite good, or Chance really was playing with loaded dice. In our slight over reaction to the shriek - I blame my hectic day. What Juliet's excuse is, I have neither idea nor the inclination to ask - we stumbled on a pair of teenagers on a date, one of whom had gotten a little too frisky for the other's liking.
That the other, in this case, had been one of Juliet's Pearl classmates? Best in her year, in fact.
Alone, that would have been a tangled enough situation.
But no, apparently, the dice were really loaded this evening.
Exactly how the girl, Akane Soir, had managed to leap to ...
Alright! Alright, already! Yes, I have some slight resemblance to Nagi dai Artai, maybe ...
... koff koff ...
... but it doesn't mean that whoever'd seen the guy instantly says 'Oh, he must be from Artai' when they see me, and ...
... okay, so there may be some slight justification, but the leap from that to, oh, what had Soir said?
Ah, yes.
"Nao-chan, you didn't tell anyone you had a boyfriend back home. Or that he'd be visiting."
Alright, so it wasn't that big a mental leap to conclusions, considering the circumstances and the girl's badly hidden disquiet about something. Possibly her overamorous paramour.
The part about this that's most irritating?
That particular fiction was a better excuse for being where we were than anything else, so we just ... err ... sort of went with it for the fifteen minutes it took to get the whole mess straightened out and turn around to almost-but-not-quite-run-out-of-sight of the lovebirds.
Juliet was unamused, moreso than I, to be honest. At least to start with. I became more unamused when it became apparent that she'd play that mask to the hilt in front of Soir, which meant walking away with a pretty girl hanging off my arm.
Not an unpleasant scenario, you say?
I now sported five trendy punctures in my right arm, jacket _and_ skin. However sharp Juliet's elbows may be, her fingernails are sharper. And more painful.
"That," she said, still glaring, "did not just happen. We will never mention this again. Got it?"
"Right, right. No power on earth, and all that," I raised my hands in surrender. "But ... just how likely do you think it is that this won't eventually come up? Considering the way our luck is going lately?"
Yes. She knew it just as well as I did. There was simply no way that this wouldn't come back and bite us in the ass. And not in the smexxy kind of way.
I'd meant to keep the tone of this vaguely serious. As you can see, I didn't manage.
Eh. I'm not beating myself up over that, though. There's enough serious stuff still coming that a few comedy of errors moments are needed.
*evil laugh* Just how irritated will Juliet be when Akane comes to her for advice about her love life, do you think?
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm