Quote:She gets plenty of compliments, I figure, but how many of those are going to be from someone who doesn't want something?
Awww. you made her blush. How sweet.
Well, okay, he does too, but what he said was all wrong in tone for 'Don't kill me, lady, please?' so between that and the drugs she's fairly certain he was actually sincere.
Quote:"Every plan gets fucked up as soon as the enemy arrives. That's why they're called 'the enemy'."
I'm still waiting for N!Tate to go off on a tangent on how he's the Man with the Plan, Kaiser freakin' Soze, wohooo ... wait, that'd have to have him kill off his allies, err ... ignore he just said that?*ahem*.
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"'M comin'! 'M coming, dammit, hold yer friggin' horses..."
"The problem with being too enthusiastic about knocking," I told Mikoto confidentially as she bounced back to stand behind me rather than pounding on the door, "is that it disturbs the person you're visiting, and makes you seem intrusive and discourteous. The idea is to make the bare minimum of noise needed to advertise your presence..."
She blinked at me, then nodded. "Un!"
Then Midori opened her door, and I decided right away that she could never actually pass for seventeen.
Even when she was actually wearing clothes.
Oh, she wasn't naked, of course, except maybe in the medieval sense of being unarmed, but I don't think that many businesses, or courts for that matter, would count a pair of panties and the remnants of a t-shirt that had been lightweight and just the right size ten years ago as being 'fully clothed', either.
Like I was saying, though, for all that she was barely Mai's height and no heavier built, no one could mistake her for being the same age... especially when she was looking this hung-over.
Well, I guessed 'hung-over'. It wasn't a state I'd had any real encounters with, from inside or out. No, I had no life whatsoever in college.
"Sugiura-sensei?" I asked. "My name's Tate Yuuichi - could I speak to you about your thesis?"
"'m n't a s'nsei..." she wrinkled her nose and squinted at me. "w't... tate? From tha'... monster thing?"
I made a face - classmates were troublesome enough, but the reporters were nearly enough to make me decide not to save them from Mikoto's idea of 'protection'. "For my sins, yeah. Ah," I hesitated. "I can come back later, when I won't be waking you-"
"nah. 's fine. c'mon in."
"-and you've had a chance to dress..."
She blinked, then glanced down at her chest. Involuntarily, my eyes followed, and then she yelped and bounced back out of sight into the apartment. "OmigodI'msorryhangonjustasec!"
Mikoto has very pointy elbows, and at about that point she applied one of them to the side of my stomach. "No indecency," she muttered.
"Shiho-chan taught you that, didn't she?"
"Un!"
I whimpered.
...hm.
Midori-chan wa tanoshii da!
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."