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“Okay, okay, so asking the school nurse out to dinner was apparently a bad idea for some reason,” you interject, attempting to steer the conversation back on-track. “Anyone mind filling me on why? Because I feel like I missing something, here.”
Silence once again falls over the table, as everyone looks at you.
“You...” the white-haired girl finally speaks, looking dumbfounded. “You honestly do not understand the implications of asking her out?”
“Aside from 'we're both probably going to be hungry later, so maybe we could do something about that together'? Um, no?”
“A-and you know nothing of the rumors surrounding her? Nothing at all?” she asks, with disbelief.
“Well, I think I heard something about her being an alien, or something,” you admit, unsure of where the swords-girl was going with this line of questioning.
Could it be true!?
Could the bunny-eared school nurse really be an alien!?
Could your innocent invitation to dinner have been construed as something inappropriate or even insulting?!
Have you unknowingly committed some grave interplanetary faux pas?!
You express this concern to the table, and are greeted by even more silence, along with the sight of Tenshi making that expression she makes when she is clearly resisting every urge in her body to hit you repeatedly.
“Dear, darling, please just stop talking for a little bit,” Parsee says, rubbing her temples in that way she does whenever she needs some of her 'happy pills'. “Sometimes, when a girl likes a guy, it turns out that he doesn't like her in the same way. And that's okay. But then the girl likes another guy, and it turns out he doesn't like her in the same way, either. And then there's a guy who tells her he likes her in the same way, but then goes running off to chase the first piece of ass he sees. And then there are the fucking bastards who make her think they like her, but it turns out it's only a fucking joke to them, and it goes on and fucking on like this for her, every fucking time...”
“Erm, we are still discussing the nurse, are we not?” the white-haired girl asks, uncomfortably.
“Hey. Hey, come on, deep breaths. Deep breaths.” Tenshi firmly pokes the now-muttering Parsee from across the table, shooting you the occasional glance.
Taking the hint, you start patting and rubbing Parsee's stiffened back. After a few moments of this, you feel her muscles relaxing somewhat as her breathing begins to slow.
“...yeah...yeah, the nurse...” Parsee nearly whispers, her senses coming back to her. “O-of course, of course, yeah, t-that's what we're talking about...”
“I-in any case,” the swords-girl says, clearly now regretting her decision to sit with all of you this afternoon. “It would seem this has been an issue with her since long before she joined the staff, or even transferred here. Her love life, such as it is, has supposedly been little more than an string of disappointment and heartbreak. In such a case, it is no wonder why she would react as she did, and your ignorance of that is both baffling and appalling.”
“Um, okay,” you say, unsure of how you should respond to that. “But what does any of that have to do with asking her out for dinner?”
“You are serious about this,” she replies, flatly.
“Oh yes,” you hear Parsee's muffled voice say, her head buried in her arms as she rests on the table.
The girl stares at you in disbelief for a few moments. And then, without saying another word, the girl suddenly reaches into her pocket, pulls out a couple paper bills, and hands them over to Tenshi.
“I told you!” Tenshi says, counting out the money before putting them into her own pocket.
“I am sorry I doubted you, Hinanawi,” the swords-girl says, staring at you with awe. “All of those times you skipped out on the club, I had thought you were simply making excuses, and yet, now...”
“And it's like this every day!” Tenshi gestures towards you, her exasperated tone carrying what sounds almost like triumph in her voice. “Every! Day!”
“Yet, you still...you do not...” the white-haired girl looks back and forth between the two of you, her mind clearly trying to grasp something it does not understand, until, suddenly, something clicks within her. “I understand. You are far more disciplined than I gave you credit for, Hinanawi. I know there is much I have yet to learn, but to witness how much lower the depths of ignorance can go... I shall have to thoroughly meditate upon this.”
“You gonna stop bugging me about coming back, now?”
“After you've shown me how much there is to learn from you? Your presence is needed more than ever! However,” the swords-girl says, glancing at you. “I believe I can overlook your absences, given your circumstances. All I ask is that you make some attempt to attend, if only once in a while.”
“Ehhhh...” Tenshi groans, clearly not enthused with the idea. “I'll think about it, okay?”
“I thank you,” the girl says, leaving her seat to offer Tenshi a deep bow.
“Okay, okay, yeah, I get it,” Tenshi responds, looking surprisingly uncomfortable from this sudden show of respect. “Back to the problem, now. Now!”
“Ah, yes, of course,” the girl straightens her posture, turns towards you, and suddenly thrusts her finger in your direction. “You! When a man asks a lady out to dinner, he is announcing his desire to begin a romantic relationship with her! To ask someone out to dinner without that being your intention creates a false expectation, and to do that to one who has already had her heart broken is nothing but cruel! Your ignorance of this matter is abhorrent, and I hope you reflect upon this!”
For a moment, you're not sure how to respond, but after a moment to think about it, you have to say...
[ ] You get it!
[ ] You don't get it!
[ ] She lost you.
[ ] Is she asking you out to dinner?