"Oh, Leeeeeeon-poo!" a certain voice sing-songed as Leon shuddered involuntarily and Daley just chuckled and leaned back as the second youngest
member of P.S.I.'s staff (well, if you went purely by physical appearance and personality) came around the corner.
"Yes, Nene?" he noted, repressing the image of a certain highly expensive car in flames as she beamed at him. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I just thought that since I introduced you, I might clarify some things," she noted with a quick nod. "You remember my friend
Priss?"
"How could I forget a face like tha-" he stopped as she cut him off with a gesture.
"Yes, exactly. You see, Priss used to be in a relationship with a guy a lot like you. Friendly, a little oblivious at times, but with a good heart....and
it ended suddenly and rather badly. So when she looks at you, she's not sure what she's feeling. However, she
is currently dating another friend of mine, who I think is really good for her. If anything, Sylia's improved her fashion sense," she noted with a
giggle.
"Sylia...wait, she's, I mean Priss's a lesbian? Dammit, why is it always the attractive ones?" Leon grumbled.
"The technical term is bisexual, in this case, Leon-poo," Daley noted straight faced. "But the left-handed compliment is appreciated."
"Oh, can it, Wong," Leon rejoined with the usual phrase he usually settled on when Daley'd won the argument and Leon really had no way to
respond.
Nene giggled again, before sobering. "But yeah. They're involved, and given Priss's past, I don't want you unconsciously stepping on any
landmines for a prize that's already taken, if you follow the metaphor."
"Not really, but I think I get the gist...."
"Good!" she noted cheerily. "Because if you ruined their relationship after I warned you off like this, you'd wake up on Mercy Island with
several billion in credit card debt and incriminating pictures of you with certain Most Wanted members in compromising positions posted all over the internet
in places said women would probably feel rather uncharitable about seeing their sexual reputations smeared in."
"....yes, ma'am," Leon noted, blinking.
Nene nodded again, before smiling. "Oh, and the other thing. I'm inviting you to the wedding."
"Wedding? Priss's wedding?" he said, off balance and wondering when the metaphorical floor of this conversation would stop acting like it was
made of Californian Jell-O during an aftershock.
"No, silly! My wedding! You too, Daley!" she beamed, as Leon's worldview splintered just a little bit more.
"Of course. Congratulations, Nene. I assume Ifrit's the blushing bride?" Daley noted with remarkable ease.
"Yep! The official invitations are in the mail, but I just couldn't really keep from telling you!"
"Understandable," Daley nodded, as Nene almost began vibrating with eagerness and Leon strove valiantly to dig himself out of the wall at the end of
the sudden 90 degree turn the conversation had taken without him.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
member of P.S.I.'s staff (well, if you went purely by physical appearance and personality) came around the corner.
"Yes, Nene?" he noted, repressing the image of a certain highly expensive car in flames as she beamed at him. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I just thought that since I introduced you, I might clarify some things," she noted with a quick nod. "You remember my friend
Priss?"
"How could I forget a face like tha-" he stopped as she cut him off with a gesture.
"Yes, exactly. You see, Priss used to be in a relationship with a guy a lot like you. Friendly, a little oblivious at times, but with a good heart....and
it ended suddenly and rather badly. So when she looks at you, she's not sure what she's feeling. However, she
is currently dating another friend of mine, who I think is really good for her. If anything, Sylia's improved her fashion sense," she noted with a
giggle.
"Sylia...wait, she's, I mean Priss's a lesbian? Dammit, why is it always the attractive ones?" Leon grumbled.
"The technical term is bisexual, in this case, Leon-poo," Daley noted straight faced. "But the left-handed compliment is appreciated."
"Oh, can it, Wong," Leon rejoined with the usual phrase he usually settled on when Daley'd won the argument and Leon really had no way to
respond.
Nene giggled again, before sobering. "But yeah. They're involved, and given Priss's past, I don't want you unconsciously stepping on any
landmines for a prize that's already taken, if you follow the metaphor."
"Not really, but I think I get the gist...."
"Good!" she noted cheerily. "Because if you ruined their relationship after I warned you off like this, you'd wake up on Mercy Island with
several billion in credit card debt and incriminating pictures of you with certain Most Wanted members in compromising positions posted all over the internet
in places said women would probably feel rather uncharitable about seeing their sexual reputations smeared in."
"....yes, ma'am," Leon noted, blinking.
Nene nodded again, before smiling. "Oh, and the other thing. I'm inviting you to the wedding."
"Wedding? Priss's wedding?" he said, off balance and wondering when the metaphorical floor of this conversation would stop acting like it was
made of Californian Jell-O during an aftershock.
"No, silly! My wedding! You too, Daley!" she beamed, as Leon's worldview splintered just a little bit more.
"Of course. Congratulations, Nene. I assume Ifrit's the blushing bride?" Daley noted with remarkable ease.
"Yep! The official invitations are in the mail, but I just couldn't really keep from telling you!"
"Understandable," Daley nodded, as Nene almost began vibrating with eagerness and Leon strove valiantly to dig himself out of the wall at the end of
the sudden 90 degree turn the conversation had taken without him.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."