"Poultices? Why? As ice-bitch repellant?" she asked, snorting. Yeah, she fully intended to poke him. If he wasn't careful, she'd do it before their conversation was over.
She also decided to let the topic of the Ascended end there. It could only go downhill from bite kinks. As for Halo hazards... "I speak their language, you might say."
What the hell was that, him trying to be cryptic? Ingrid huffed. Really, Nerd? You couldn't go fifteen seconds? Consider this a fucking intervention:
As promised, she reached across the table and poked him on the shoulder. "I'm from Halo, not the fucking moon. I know what an Attuned is," she said with a grin. She hadn't realized Jigano was powerful enough to command the ursur, but that didn't change her view of him. So what if the geek was a badass? Still a geek.
"Ice giants, though? That... explains a few things..."
Ingrid watched the humor drain from his expression and found herself fighting a strange compulsion to comfort him.
The hell? Hello, regular bitch over here. What the fuck is this? PMS maybe? Oh. He reminds me of Raziel, Ingrid realized, her expression distant for a moment at the thought of the dorky brother she'd never see again.
Fine then, she'd see if a joke would cheer him up. "Well they might be tall, but I think 'giant' is a misnomer. I've heard they're shorter than average where it really counts. What, have you met one or something?" His next question made her chuckle. "I've heard The Eirachi, blessings be upon her divine presence, roams the tundra in search of lost travelers to fuck with. I haven't met her myself. If I had, I wouldn't be here talking about her."
The caught-off-guard on expression of his face at the mention of tampons left her snickering, and she had to hold her breath to keep herself from chuckling through the more serious part of their conversation that followed.
In triplicate? Of course you fucking would, she thought. When he said he would waive the requirements, she let out a little sigh of relief and was soon grinning from ear to ear. What he said next meant far more to her than he probably knew, but she sure as shit wasn't going to tell him and inflate his ursur-sized ego. "Do I want to know what 'fresh provisions' means? Since you've made it clear that you've never seen a tampon in your life, I'll set my expectations accordingly and make sure there's room in my bag for two more pairs of socks and a week's worth of fucking ramen." She was still grinning when he came back from his office, and she pinned the token onto her scrunchie. "There. Now I look like a dweeb too."
She also decided to let the topic of the Ascended end there. It could only go downhill from bite kinks. As for Halo hazards... "I speak their language, you might say."
What the hell was that, him trying to be cryptic? Ingrid huffed. Really, Nerd? You couldn't go fifteen seconds? Consider this a fucking intervention:
As promised, she reached across the table and poked him on the shoulder. "I'm from Halo, not the fucking moon. I know what an Attuned is," she said with a grin. She hadn't realized Jigano was powerful enough to command the ursur, but that didn't change her view of him. So what if the geek was a badass? Still a geek.
"Ice giants, though? That... explains a few things..."
Ingrid watched the humor drain from his expression and found herself fighting a strange compulsion to comfort him.
The hell? Hello, regular bitch over here. What the fuck is this? PMS maybe? Oh. He reminds me of Raziel, Ingrid realized, her expression distant for a moment at the thought of the dorky brother she'd never see again.
Fine then, she'd see if a joke would cheer him up. "Well they might be tall, but I think 'giant' is a misnomer. I've heard they're shorter than average where it really counts. What, have you met one or something?" His next question made her chuckle. "I've heard The Eirachi, blessings be upon her divine presence, roams the tundra in search of lost travelers to fuck with. I haven't met her myself. If I had, I wouldn't be here talking about her."
The caught-off-guard on expression of his face at the mention of tampons left her snickering, and she had to hold her breath to keep herself from chuckling through the more serious part of their conversation that followed.
In triplicate? Of course you fucking would, she thought. When he said he would waive the requirements, she let out a little sigh of relief and was soon grinning from ear to ear. What he said next meant far more to her than he probably knew, but she sure as shit wasn't going to tell him and inflate his ursur-sized ego. "Do I want to know what 'fresh provisions' means? Since you've made it clear that you've never seen a tampon in your life, I'll set my expectations accordingly and make sure there's room in my bag for two more pairs of socks and a week's worth of fucking ramen." She was still grinning when he came back from his office, and she pinned the token onto her scrunchie. "There. Now I look like a dweeb too."
