Hey, she liked it. Cool. "We'll have to dry it, but we gotta practice with bamboo and rattan anyway. I don't want to get smacked with that thing!" He ducked theatrically as she waved the staff at him. "Ack! Mercy! I arm her and she goes nuts!"
He chuckled. "Actually I do sci-fi, but it's mostly books and movies. My big thing now since I learned Japanese is, big surprise, anime. Last year it was Russian animation."
"How many languages do you know?" Ami asked.
Carlos furrowed his brow. "Uh...seven now? Four from my job. Ex-job." Surprising vehemence in the correction. He felt her looking at him and fidgeted slightly.
It was easier to be around Ami now that he knew he could do the usual trick that he pulled whenever he was attracted to someone inappropriate. He took that sexual charge home to whoever he was dating and took it right out on her. Carlos was plenty attracted to George without that, of course, but he still had this feeling she wouldn't mind if he paid her even more attention. And he really wanted to be friends with Ami--and her sweetie, provided the guy could deal with him. Having a way of coping really did a lot to take away the awkwardness.
"The original Star Trek had a lot of funky, imaginative stuff, but it was campy and testosterone-fueled in the not-so-good way. I liked Next Generation because it wasn't so lowest-common-denominator, and they gave some pretty damn good actors a chance to show their chops. Plus it had Data and Worf. I mean, c'mon. That's my Saturday night poker group right there."
"The android and the big scary combat-alien?" George looked amused.
Carlos shrugged and grinned. "Imagine the conversations!"
"Yeah, but poker with Klingons sounds as adviseable as chess with Wookiees."
Carlos paused. /Geeze, she hasn't gotten the adrenaline junkie bit./ "Um, George, sweetheart? You're talking to a guy whose last day on the job involved jumping upside-down on a zipline out of a helicopter." /With an automatic in each fist. Gunning down zombies on a rooftop./
Two sets of eyes blinked at him, and he looked a bit sheepish. "Uh...heh. Nevermind?"
Ami's reassurance made him squirm appropriately. /I'm in trouble./
Carlos spoke up again at the protection idea. "I'm supplying Blaise's class with a bunch of these and bamboo practice staves. I'll make one for whoever wants--Ami, let me know; they're useful even if you're not breaking heads with them. I'm kinda liking working with my hands, though I'm just starting to learn what I'm doing."
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[Carlos] Excalibonk! (tag George, Ami, open)
Date: 2006-04-22 06:21 am (UTC)He chuckled. "Actually I do sci-fi, but it's mostly books and movies. My big thing now since I learned Japanese is, big surprise, anime. Last year it was Russian animation."
"How many languages do you know?" Ami asked.
Carlos furrowed his brow. "Uh...seven now? Four from my job. Ex-job." Surprising vehemence in the correction. He felt her looking at him and fidgeted slightly.
It was easier to be around Ami now that he knew he could do the usual trick that he pulled whenever he was attracted to someone inappropriate. He took that sexual charge home to whoever he was dating and took it right out on her. Carlos was plenty attracted to George without that, of course, but he still had this feeling she wouldn't mind if he paid her even more attention. And he really wanted to be friends with Ami--and her sweetie, provided the guy could deal with him. Having a way of coping really did a lot to take away the awkwardness.
"The original Star Trek had a lot of funky, imaginative stuff, but it was campy and testosterone-fueled in the not-so-good way. I liked Next Generation because it wasn't so lowest-common-denominator, and they gave some pretty damn good actors a chance to show their chops. Plus it had Data and Worf. I mean, c'mon. That's my Saturday night poker group right there."
"The android and the big scary combat-alien?" George looked amused.
Carlos shrugged and grinned. "Imagine the conversations!"
"Yeah, but poker with Klingons sounds as adviseable as chess with Wookiees."
Carlos paused. /Geeze, she hasn't gotten the adrenaline junkie bit./ "Um, George, sweetheart? You're talking to a guy whose last day on the job involved jumping upside-down on a zipline out of a helicopter." /With an automatic in each fist. Gunning down zombies on a rooftop./
Two sets of eyes blinked at him, and he looked a bit sheepish. "Uh...heh. Nevermind?"
Ami's reassurance made him squirm appropriately. /I'm in trouble./
Carlos spoke up again at the protection idea. "I'm supplying Blaise's class with a bunch of these and bamboo practice staves. I'll make one for whoever wants--Ami, let me know; they're useful even if you're not breaking heads with them. I'm kinda liking working with my hands, though I'm just starting to learn what I'm doing."