Personable – (adj.) Pleasing in appearance or personality, attractive.
It was a Monday, the sky was blue like always, and the sun was shining brightly. Outside, there was a dog chasing a gorilla around, with a bee watching the two of them. Inside, a certain two people were having a conversation.
"No, never!" Fate shouted, backing away from Nanoha, who was about three feet away from her.
"Why not?" Nanoha asked, yelling as she gave chase to the blonde who had just run out of the room.
"Because!" Fate yelled back, glad she was much faster than the girl pursuing her.
Outside, where the sky was still blue and the sun was still shining, the dog was still chasing the gorilla. The bee was still watching them. Suddenly, however, the dog and gorilla were shoved apart as a flash of black and yellow zoomed by them. The two stood in silence for a couple of seconds, but then the dog started moving towards the gorilla. Once again, however, they were separated and pushed apart. This time by a flash of white. Now, the dog just gave up and ran away from the gorilla, like someone was preventing it from harm. The bee then got bored and decided to go do whatever it is that bees do to pass the time.
Fate starting panting. She had activated Bardiche a couple minutes ago and was going as fast as she could without drawing unnecessary attention to herself in order to get away from Nanoha. While the red-eyed girl was thinking, however, she was suddenly tackled to the ground. It seemed that while Fate tried to be subtle, Nanoha had just screwed not being noticed and loaded a couple of cartridges for speed.
"Nanoha..." Fate whimpered after confirming it was the brunette that knocked her to the ground, getting a suggestive look in response. "Do I have to?"
"Yes," Nanoha stated calmly.
"But why me? I'm sure there are other people you could ask to make love to you!" Fate pointed out.
"Yes, but you're more adorable than any of them," Nanoha explained, Fate not getting the point.
"But still..." Fate protested, not wanting to do what Nanoha wanted her to.
"Well, fine then," Nanoha gave in, sighing. "It's either making love or giving me a lap dance. Which one?"
"Both of them are bad," Fate complained, before giving in herself. "But fine, go find a place to sit, I'll go for the latter."
Nanoha just smiled deviously.