Sunshine's stupid request

[Sly Cooper]

Sunshine was supposed to be off cooking food, that was her job after all, but Sunshine being Sunshine, she did nothing of the sort. Actually, she wouldn't do any work-- ever. Instead she went to ask Isaac something, because Isaac is special and special people do important stuff. With two closed fist she pounded on Isaacs door. "Hey, Isaac, Sexy man, let me in! It a sexy delivery."

[Bunny]

The situation was this.

Isaac had had a long day. Between nearly being usurped by Malachai but for the Lord's will, having an 8-year-old throw vegetabls across his study in a misguided attempt to give thanks, being heralded by the heretic Esau who had sought to destroy all that was sacred in Gatlin, having Lucrisha fall from the Lord's grace, dealing with the blue-woman's invasion of Gatlin, Rebekah and Damon's excursion to Hemingford where they had kidnapped a child, and not getting enough sleep the night before due to John Peters' voice being so loud it carried out of the Communal Home and into his bedroom, he had been exhausted. Naturally, when the main crises had been averted (a few still remained. Malachai still lived until the Lord dealt with him accordingly, the kidnapped child still mewled in Gatlin's boundaries, and there were still clips of carrots littered on his floor) he had decided to retire early. For a nap.

And now Mary, or Sunshine as she was so disrespectfully called by her peers, was banging on his door talking about fornication.

So, a still-groggy and not entirely coherent Isaac just curled into a tighter ball and muttered, "Go away."

oOC: I'm taking liberties with sleepy-Isaac's character.

[Sly Cooper]

"Silly, I can't go away. I got's a question I gotta ask you." Isaac's door being unlocked, Sunshine just barged in and bounced over to Isaac who appeared to have collapsed on the floor with exhaustion. "What are you doin on the floor. That's soooooooo unsexy." She crouched down by him, and her abnormally (by Gatlin standards) slutty clothing, so that her chest was more or less in Isaac's face.

[Bunny]

OOC: O.O

IC:

All of the above happened, and now there were tits crammed in his face.

Isaac considered himself above most of the temptations that plagued his fellow believers. He was the Lord's seer, his voice, and everything he did reflected the Lord's presence in Gatlin. But he was still a fourteen year old boy.

The spirit was strong, but his flesh was weak.

After a long five seconds of processing the breast invasion, Isaac scrambled backwards from Sunshine none-too-gracefully. He tried to come to his feet, but ultimately he realized that there was pressing matters that would be prudent to not flaunt. So, he tried to nonchalantly make his way to the windowsill before he perched there, and placed his hands in such a way that it hid his physical weakness.

Embarassment now averted, indignant anger could take it's place. "How dare you come into my chambers unannounced," he said calmly, narrowing his eyes as he scowled at the harlot. "What matter is so important that it could not wait?"

[Sly Cooper]

"I told you I needed to come in and talk to you." Sunshine scoffed at Issac's stupidity, although it was really her being stupid and disrespectful. "'sides I thought that your door was always open. Isn't it like one of those open door thingies--" She got a very blank look on her face as she tired to think of a word, but honestly she didn't know what an open door policy was. "So why wasn't your door open?"

[Bunny]

Isaac didn't deign to answer Sunshine's inane question. It was not her place to question him on any such matters. Instead, he just tilted his head at her, waiting for an answer to his own question. "What did you wish to speak about?" he asked politely. "You have never called upon me before." This was true, he realized. Three years and he had not had a private conversation with young Mary-Sunshine.

And he may have been lax in not summoning her, he noted, eyeing her suvacious form with a detached interest (yes, he told himself. It was for her own good that he looked). Her morals had apparently strayed without his shepherding.

"And are you not cold?" he asked pointedly.

[Sly Cooper]

"I was at the meet and greet thing that you did. It was really boring though, I didn't listen." She put a finger up to her mouth as she thought about what it was that she came to Isaac for, but that pretty head of hers. "I forgot-- I know it was something that was an obvious yes, but didn't involve any work," Sunshine flipped her hair back trying to be sexy. "Why is it you have your own house and everyone else has to sleep together?" She shifter her weight so that her chest stuck out more, "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I wanted to know if I could lay in the Sunshine. I really need to work on my tan."

[Bunny]

Isaac stared blankly at Sunshine. He fancied himself infallible, but Sunshine's whirlpool of topics had him thrown for a moment.

But for a moment.

He recovered, decided whatever the 'meet and greet' she was referring to was irrelevant, and instead pressed, keeping his tone calm in a stark contrast the the indignant annoyance he felt with the Lord's Daughter, "If you knew the answer would be 'yes' why did you trouble me with this issue?" Sunshine was now talking about lying in the sun. 'Vanity is the sin that claims to most female souls," he pointed out, "Your time could be better used to honor the Lord. You could sew yourself some new clothes," he suggested. For it was possible the child didn't understand how lewd her dress was. "If you have not that skill you could have one of the other girls assist you."

[Sly Cooper]

The hint to make clothing that was more suitable was way over her head. "I don't wanna make clothing, I want to sit under a tree and catch a few rays." THe idea of shade didn't occur to her either. "It's way sexier to be tan then sweaty and gorss. I'll bet that's why you yell at us for like and hour, cos you gon't get gross when you yell. But a lot of chicks dig the yelling, they think its tough guy stuff. The chicks like tough guys you know. And you have to make up for how short you are-- so like yelling is totally you."

[Bunny]

Once again, Isaac chose to rise above Sunshine's vulgarity. However, her brashness was beginning to test his already-thin patience. "The Lord's sculpting of my earthly body is nothing to be ashamed of," he said a litle tightly. "But it is something to be treasured and respected, a virtue that you seem to lack, Mary." Once again he swept his gaze across her body, lingering for a few heartbeats on her protruding breasts. He finally lifted his gaze and made eye contact with the sinner once more.

[Sly Cooper]

"Wha--" like always, what was being said to her was way over her mental capabilities. "Yeah like that-- that's awesome yelling. Keep it up."

[Bunny]

"Very well," Isaac agreed, realizing that to argue that he hadn't been yelling would be fruitless and that he had been too subtle before. "Mary, you are dressing yourself less like the Virgin you are named for and more like the prostitute Mary Magdaline. This is most unbecoming of one of the Lord's children. So I would like for you to sew yourself a more tasteful garment so as not to disrespect the gift of beauty the Lord gave you by tempting your brothers in the faith." He paused, and added darkly, "I would like this done during all your waking hours until it is completed."

[Sly Cooper]

"Why do you want me to make lingerie?" Sunshine got a dumb look on her face, not that ever left from Isaac's last huge string of overly big words. "Cause I'm beauty-ful" Her eyes still seemed to be unfocused but she smiled dumbly anyway "Silly boy, why use lingerie if you can just go in your underwear-- or naked."

[Bunny]

The boy preacher tilted his head to the side, mulling Sunshine's words in his head. He had just spoken about how one shouldn't be ashamed of what the Lord decided to give them. Likewise, he would not punish Sunshine for not having the blessing of intelligence. Now that he was certain she was blessed but with round firm breasts, a perky backside, and an hourglass figure (which also, Isaac's hormones told him, were nothing to be ashamed of) but not anything of worth ni her head, his anger ebbed and he tried once more to make his point clear.

He talked slower than before.

"My child, you're dressed like a harlot. Make a new dress or patch the one that you are wearing so that it is more modest -- so that it covers more of your body." As he spoke, he gestured to the patches of sensual flesh that were waving at him.

[Sly Cooper]

"Why do I gots to patch my dress? Is there a hole somewhere?" She spinned in circles trying to find the tear in her clothing. "Boy is my face red. I'm such a whore! Only cheap hoes have holy clothes!" Once again-- a lot of what the boy preacher said had been more than her brain could handle.