Diego nodded to himself at ISIS' words. Tactful, "cool". How in the hell he'd manage that was beyond him considering the moment he talks to anyone he becomes a blubbering mess. But the fact that ISIS told him that she regrets saying such a thing was what made Diego's brain start to churn with thoughts. What in the world does that even mean for him? Does it mean anything at all? Why was he so petrified of actually speaking with somebody in the first place? Why him? Diego drew his knees up to his face as his thoughts grew increasingly gloomy before he simply said out loud.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray"><b>"Just put on something funny please."</b></span><br/><br/>The screen flashed as it changed channels and settled upon Comedy Central. The laughter of the audience as a comic finished another joke was much better than the advertisements and other shows Diego had been flipping through. He simply watched and listened, unaware of the commotion in the training room. When Nate exited though Diego's eyes watched him as he signed up on the board and then went to the kitchen. Diego barely stifled a laugh at the way his hair had been singed. It would be safe to assume that Helga had some sort of control over fire. His chest pumped as he quieted down his laughter. Diego sent a thought to his companion before the spirit went over to the signup board and read it. To an observer they would see the pen float up from its chain and start to scribble on the board, first writing Diego's name before the next line was filled with strange symbols that seemed to shift and move as one looked at them.<br/><br/>Diego simply nodded at what<i>he</i>told him about the sign up sheet before continuing his bored perusal of the television screen. A sound of mumbled words filled the hallway before the nearly naked woman, Mimi appeared in front of the television. Diego returned her unsteady gaze with one of shock before his face started to redden. His eyes followed her until she disappeared. Suddenly a pair of legs appeared beside him, as if locking him in before she spoke.<br/><br/>"You... Smell scary, mister. B-But... You don't... Look scary."<br/><br/>There was something off putting about her speech, it was strangely relieving to hear someone trip over their words as he does. With a red face and heart pumping at several hundred beats per minute, he turned around to respond and found that his face was at crotch level. Whirling back around and nervous almost to the point of shaking, he tried to calm himself before speaking.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray"><b>"Deh, uh, oh my, I, uh. I d-don't think I'm all th-that scary I think."</b></span>, he was able to get out semi-intelligibly before looking back at the television, his mind panicking over what to do with this strange but very attractive woman's legs around him. His eyes darted around as if looking for answers before he stammered out another statement.<br/><span style="color: SlateGray"><b><br/>
"Umm, w-would you like to watch some t-tv with me?"<br/>
</b></span><br/>Diego hurriedly commanded<i>him</i>to go somewhere else. The spirit bitterly obliged before heading to the kitchen and contenting himself with swinging some of the pots around, making them clank together noisily.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>