[@Crimmy]

[b]Luke Schwarz, The Breakfast Club[/b]

H-Huh?

What did she mean by that? Nobody said anything about excess, had we? She kept her same cool vibe, but her word choice said otherwise. That tone was still the usual frigidity we all knew and loved, but...

No, there was something else there. Something that came all the way out of left field. What a dangerous thing to deal with when it was expressing itself through an acid tongue...

I tried to rectify my mistake at once. After all, misunderstandings were probably the least optimal outcome of this conversation.

[b]"Calm down, it was just an example. Liking things isn't extreme."[/b]

It really wasn't supposed to be a dig at her, and there was no way in hell I was dumb and blind enough to be calling her fat.

I would need a lot more than a polearm to keep myself alive if that were the case. I lived with three inhumanly powerful women. Or, one woman and two girls.

Insensitivity about weight was something I had just about literally beaten out of me by the age of 15.

[b]"A polearm... I have had a little staff training, so I probably wouldn't make a complete fool of myself."[/b]

Anything was better than Nunchaku. Maybe as a more developed and refined adult, things would be different, but I remembered whacking myself on the head far too many times to ever really consider relying upon them.

If it's on a chain or cord, no thanks. I'm too clumsy.

Ah, youth...

[b]"It would be fairly versatile, that's for sure. You have any experience with them, or have you always been zoned into the sword and gun?"[/b]

I may as well have asked. If she suggested one because she knew something about them beyond the simple knowledge of "well yeah it's long and deadlier than a punch" that just about any game could give you.