The handshake was rebuffed, to Suicide's complete lack of surprise, so he shrugged one shoulder and tucked the hand into a trouser pocket instead. He was hardly insulted or disappointed, not when everything was shaping up so nicely. The results of their entrance had been nicely chaotic, a couple of the nurses were clearly disappointed that their would-be moment of embarrassing had been defused, and at least one of them looked vaguely ill at the memory of Ithalond--which, to be fair, was entirely expected given what the Elf gone through. (Not long after the incident, Suicide had taken it upon himself to taste a Dibbler pie and had temporarily gained the will to live. It had been so unnerving that he'd privately promised himself that he'd be less hard on Ithalond.)
"Dio's fine," he said to Jenni. His arm was still draped around her, partially because it felt good and partially because he rather felt that the 'my territory' message hadn't quite been conveyed to the skeptical Nurse Elms enough yet. "She used to have her moments, though. Spending time on the Island Where Dreams Come True might not've been the brightest idea."
He gave a genial, no-loaded-pies nod to Immac, and was about to reply to Nurse Mirrad (in the years since he'd come to the PPC, several painful experiences had taught him not to underestimate short bald men with uncannily serene dispositions), but Elms' use of the shit-eating grin was deemed a matter for more urgent attention. That was his favorite expression, thankyouverymuch.
“If you think this is bad,” he added to her, his tone congenial, “you should've seen me before I died the first time. I wouldn't question her taste, though: my masters always told me that when you find a woman who knows what she wants, the only thing you can do is give it to her as much as possible.” The sad thing was, that actually counted as a masterfully subtle innuendo where Suicide was concerned.
((I'm sorry, I couldn't think of anything to do with them. *fails* Su would have to be maintaining about three different conversations at once for me to utilize them properly, I think.))
Elms was nineteen, eh? Suicide mentally resorted her into the "kid" category, but like Nume, she was a kid who had shown some excellent backbone. Still--ai Na'an, he was being condescended to by... more
Jenni was indeed the mother of a two-year-old, so she was likely familiar with some version of the expression that briefly flitted across Suicide's face. It was similar to the one any small boy got... more