Quote:Ah. My mind parsed it wrong. Apologies.
I already knew that....I'm just wondering if they'll volunteer to join you in this insanity as willing, nay eager participants!
As for the eager thing? This is Shizuru we're talking about. Nay. This is post Viola-contact Fujino Shizuru. She not only helped with getting the costumes to work just right, she insisted on getting _pictures_.
"No, no, no nononononono," for a change of pace, it was now my turn. "NO!"
"Nonsense, it's perfectly in genre," Suzumiya insisted.
"Yeah, but ..."
"But nothing," she brushed off any protests much like anyone else would a bothersome little insect of the buzzing variety. "You can never have enough variety. This is variety."
So she has spoken, so mote it be.
"Yare yare," came in stereo, one of them from me. Oh. Right. Kyon was still here too. Guy's so quiet it's easy to forget sometimes.
"Perfect, you both agree with me," Haruhi nodded and grabbed Asahina ...
... Kyon pulled me out of the club room before she got her to show more flesh than the average swimsuit catalog model does, though.
A few moments later we were standing outside, listening to a variety of sounds anybody with a vivid enough imagination could have easily misinterpreted. Or not.
Aw, hell with it ...
"Wonder how much of an effort it'd be to put video bugs inside there," I muttered. Not quietly enough, it seemed, since I saw Kyon's eyebrow give a twitch.
"What were you on about this time, anyway?" he finally asked. The words were counterpointed by a particularly ... vigorous sounding ... moan.
"Mascot wear again," I shrugged. "Hey, Kyon? Bunny-girl outfits."
"I'm almost afraid to ask," he muttered. "What about them?"
"Aren't they a little too ... I don't know, overdone?" I shrugged.
"... and catgirls aren't?" Kyon retorted, then got this 'I can't believe I just said that' expression. We'd all gotten pretty good at interpreting Kyon-faces over the past few days.
"Okay, point. It just seems a little too Las Vegas to me ..." which was when the door opened. On reflex, we turned around. I blinked, a little slack jawed, and finally managed to state: "On the other hand, nobody ever said that had to be a _bad_ thing."
"Uh-huh," Kyon ... well, judging by the tone of voice, his morals had been momentarily knocked over by his hormones.
Not that I could blame him. The phrase 'vast tracts of land' seemd to have premanently taken up residence at the fore of my mind there and then.
I coughed a little, regaining my composure and added a weak "I still maintain the stance of nekojin superiority, Suzumiya," at the end there.
Her smug grin was retort enough.
Point to the imp.
You may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. Mark my words! Mwahahahahaha!
Something slapped my back. I turned around and glared at Kyon.
"What? You looked like you were about to choke to death or something," he unrepentantly claimed, the traitor.
Et tu, Brute?
As to why he's acting like he's acting? Stress. Lots and lost of stress which he's letting off there and then. I doubt he'll be dressing in green spandex and claiming Haruhi is his Eternal Rival from various high perches, but he's having too damn much pure, demented fun with acting off kilter like that to stop anytime soon.
As, for that matter, am I when I write this stuff.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm