80 A Game Of Words Part 1 (1/2)
”So, Nee-san,”
”Adding a 'O' before 'nee' and '-chan' instead of '-san' would make it cuter.” She remarks.
”Cuter, yes. Childish, also yes. And I wouldn't want that to be added to my image.” I say and continue before she can retort, ”Why am I here?”
”That's a good question. Unfortunately, I can't answer.” Priscina says. Well, to be frank, Priscina's A.I. says but I'll rather just refer to her as Priscina.
”You can't answer?” I ask with a questioning gaze, ”Is that because you don't know the answer or choose to not tell me?”
”The former – I don't know why you are here.”
A swift answer, probably the truth.
”Fine, then what do you know, sis?”
”Stick with 'Nee-san', will you? It sounds better.” Priscina says, instead of answering my question.
”Look, sis … Nee-san … whatever, could you please answer my questions more seriously?” I say with a slightly annoyed expression.
”I would definitely take it more seriously if you were asking the questions you really should be asking – instead of wasting time of gibberish like that.” She says with a dark expression and stretches her wing, ”Ask the right questions and I'll answer.”
Oh boy! What are the 'right' questions, now? How am I supposed to ask them if I don't even know what they are?
”Seriously, cut your little brother some slack, sis.” I say with a pleading expression (fake) and arms spread wide to show that I am at my wit's end (fake) and that I am desperately seeking her aid (sadly, not fake).
”Hah! No.” And even after all that, she just blatantly refuses to help. Come on!
”Please, sis!”
”Try again.” She says with folded arms and a smirk on her face. Fine, I guess I can be a little cringe once in a while.
”Please, Nee-san!”
”I'll think about it.” She says casually brushing her fingers where there is nothing to brush.
This … this … damnit! I can't even feel right with calling her names. I guess there is no other way out now.
”Please, Onee-chan!” I finally admit defeat and say so and just as I do that,
”Sure.” She says with a grin and, ”How about we play a game?”
”I don't w-”
”Okay, it's a pretty simple game really.”
”I'm not inter-”
”I will tell you a word and you'll have to say the first thing that comes to find when you hear it.”
”…”
”Something wrong?”
You are forcing me to play a game in a crisis of a situation and are asking me if there's something wrong. Well, whatever!
”Fine!” I have heard of this game I guess. It's more psychological than I was expecting when she mentioned playing a game. Who knows? She might actually answer my questions after this game.
”Alright then, let's start.” She says and points at me as she says, ”You?”
”That's the first word?” I enquire.
”Yeah, what comes to mind?” She answers.
”Awesome!” I mean, to be fair, I am pretty awesome, right? Right!? Um … right?
Well, whatever! I won the favorite character poll. That makes me awesome!