Fantastic social skills all around [Closed]

[toaster_puppy]

Who: Priss and Genos
What: Genos stalks Priss for part of a day before she busts him. Or tries to. With a pipe.
Where: Genessia City
When: Late June
Warnings: None

That robot was something and Genos couldn't ignore it. Scans and observation- from at least ten feet away- has confirmed that Priss was not a cyborg or robotic in any way. He'd been following her all day, watching her carefully, trying to figure out how or why she had combat robotics of that caliber. He had hoped she might bring it out again so he might get a good look at it, more than just a passing observation, but no such luck. It was a pity he didn't have any of his gear or supplies with him. There would be no camping out or watching through a telescope this time. He would just have to be careful and give her space.

But not too much space.

Comments

[burning_highway]

"Yeah, I bet," hey, she could admit he was good-looking without being a creep about it. Aesthetics were aesthetics, even if he was very nearly a decade younger than her. "By being in the band? Sure. Not with actual money, though, I'm doing fine there. Apparently being a rock star translates between worlds."

[toaster_puppy]

"Professional hero doesn't," Genos replied, still unsure how he should feel about that. Monster attacks hadn't always been so common to require heros at all but shouldn't a place like this have plenty for him to fight? Sadly not. Bounty hunter was something but the targets to hunt down were limited. "When should we start on my training?"

Too serious, all the time.

[burning_highway]

"Tomorrow at this time," Priss decided, and smirked, "some punk kid told me I should rest." Which was why she wasn't marching them to a music store now for guitars. She was done going out for the day. "I'll get us guitars in the morning; should give me plenty of time to find some good ones."

[toaster_puppy]

Punk kid huh? That was a first, he had been nothing but diligent and serious, even when he was younger. Genos found the comment confusing but didn't dwell on it long.

"...Alright. I will come by early tomorrow. Is there anything I need to bring?" Like he had much of anything or money.

[burning_highway]

"No, just your hands, preferably still attached," Priss sat up and un-straddled the chair, standing. She was steady on her feet, at least, and she picked up the helmet to put back on the suit as it folded back up.

It was a little weird to look at what was basically herself, face to face, but she'd gotten used to it for the most part.

"See you tomorrow, then." What a bizarre turn of events!

[toaster_puppy]

"I will do my best to keep them in one piece for a night." Was that humor or was he being serious? It was hard to tell with his expression. "Thank you Priss."

He made for the door, already thinking over the information he'd collected from the suit.