Club Lofts, Windsor, ON, Canada
December 27, 2016
1:07 PM
"I don't know what I was expecting, but that wasn't it."
Mii made sure the door was closed and locked, then turned to Ami. "What's wrong?"
"The way those boys just leered at you. Suguru less than the others, I'll grant. They treated you as if you were a ... a ..."
"A sex fantasy?" Mii sat down beside her friend and practically-fiancée, close but giving her some personal space. "They can't help it. They're teenage boys."
"You never get that at home. Did they even notice that you wear glasses?"
Mii thought for a moment, then smiled disarmingly. "Home is a special case. Almost nobody is as much of a gentleman as Mamoru-san is. And Rob is as much a gentleman in his own way as Wataru is back in Academy City. Accelerator ..." Mii thought about the times she's spent with their apartment-mate, and after a short moment, continued, "he just doesn't seen to care. But when I go anywhere else, I have to remind people where my eyes are - that, or wear loose clothing."
"That's terrible."
"You sound like Skuld-sama. It isn't so bad. At least the boys noticed me."
Ami winced as she realized just how much attention the girls their age had been giving her. Comments that Ruiko-san had made back in Ottawa about having watched Sailor Moon in reruns when she was younger suddenly took on new meaning to Ami - like it or not, she was a celebrity. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I wanted to go some place where we're only known as fictional characters. I didn't expect that everyone would only know who you were." Mii shrugged. "It happens."
"If you're sure...?" Ami didn't think Mii was happy with the situation, but she wasn't going to press the matter any further unless Mii wanted to talk about it.
"I'm sure. Now, what did you want to talk about, away from everybody else?"
Before Ami could answer, there was a knock at the door, followed by Mahoro's voice. "Are you two ready to go shopping?"
They looked at each other. "We'd better," commented Mii.
"We'll be right out!" Ami answered both Mii and Mahoro.
Club Lofts, Windsor, ON, Canada
December 27, 2016
4:33 PM
Ami and Mii dropped shopping bags filled with clothes on their beds. Mahoro and Minawa both started unpacking for them, putting blouses on hangers before the girls from Ottawa could react.
"Oh, you don't need to do that!" Ami insisted as she started unpacking one of her own bags.
Mahoro looked puzzled as she continued working. "Don't you have a maid to do this for you in Ottawa? Funtom Placement Services told me that I was on the short list for a position there, but I was never called for an interview."
Mii shook her head. "Maika doesn't have time to do all of our housework; she's in charge of keeping the common areas clean, not our private spaces. She only washes our clothes if we ask her to."
"Kuroko-san and Mikoto-san ask her to, all the time."
Mii raised an eyebrow, then lowered it while she nodded. "They're rich girls from a private academy. Of course they're going to think that that's normal."
"That isn't fair. I'm not poor, but I do my own laundry," Ami pointed out.
"Yes, you lived in a luxury high-rise in Tokyo, your mother collects jewels, and you own an entire planet. But you never had the upbringing that taught you that you were entitled to personal maid services."
Ami was surprised for a moment, then remembered what she'd realized earlier. Of course Mii knew all that. "Mother doesn't collect jewels, just diamonds. And I don't own Mercury, I'm just its Senshi and Princess. Of course I should do my own housework."
Mii smiled. "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're defending yourself emotionally?"
"Rob-san has, once or twice."
"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" Minawa asked while taking a pair of slacks out of the last bag Ami had brought back from the store and draping them on a hanger.
Mii and Ami stopped talking, turned to Mahoro and Minawa, and realized they'd never actually told the maids to stop.
"All done!" Mahoro's smile lit up the room. "We'll unpack your bags right away, Konori-san," she added.
"No, please, I'd rather do that myself," Mii replied quickly.
"It's no trouble," Minawa started to reply, only to be stopped by Mahoro.
"If that is what you want, of course we'll leave it to you, Ms. Konori," the older (but still young) maid began, only to be interrupted by a light flashing from her brooch. She quickly held the brooch by both sides and said, "What's wrong?"
A gruff male voice that neither Mii nor Ami had heard before replied, "We have uninvited guests. Three unidentified targets incoming. They're humanoid, but they're flying."
"Radar indicates they're very dense, probably robots of some sort," another voice they hadn't heard before added.
"Can we help?" Ami asked immediately.
"It's possible that we might be familiar with your 'uninvited guests', if only by reputation," Mii added.
Mahoro simply nodded as everybody raced to the roof.
December 27, 2016
1:07 PM
"I don't know what I was expecting, but that wasn't it."
Mii made sure the door was closed and locked, then turned to Ami. "What's wrong?"
"The way those boys just leered at you. Suguru less than the others, I'll grant. They treated you as if you were a ... a ..."
"A sex fantasy?" Mii sat down beside her friend and practically-fiancée, close but giving her some personal space. "They can't help it. They're teenage boys."
"You never get that at home. Did they even notice that you wear glasses?"
Mii thought for a moment, then smiled disarmingly. "Home is a special case. Almost nobody is as much of a gentleman as Mamoru-san is. And Rob is as much a gentleman in his own way as Wataru is back in Academy City. Accelerator ..." Mii thought about the times she's spent with their apartment-mate, and after a short moment, continued, "he just doesn't seen to care. But when I go anywhere else, I have to remind people where my eyes are - that, or wear loose clothing."
"That's terrible."
"You sound like Skuld-sama. It isn't so bad. At least the boys noticed me."
Ami winced as she realized just how much attention the girls their age had been giving her. Comments that Ruiko-san had made back in Ottawa about having watched Sailor Moon in reruns when she was younger suddenly took on new meaning to Ami - like it or not, she was a celebrity. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I wanted to go some place where we're only known as fictional characters. I didn't expect that everyone would only know who you were." Mii shrugged. "It happens."
"If you're sure...?" Ami didn't think Mii was happy with the situation, but she wasn't going to press the matter any further unless Mii wanted to talk about it.
"I'm sure. Now, what did you want to talk about, away from everybody else?"
Before Ami could answer, there was a knock at the door, followed by Mahoro's voice. "Are you two ready to go shopping?"
They looked at each other. "We'd better," commented Mii.
"We'll be right out!" Ami answered both Mii and Mahoro.
Club Lofts, Windsor, ON, Canada
December 27, 2016
4:33 PM
Ami and Mii dropped shopping bags filled with clothes on their beds. Mahoro and Minawa both started unpacking for them, putting blouses on hangers before the girls from Ottawa could react.
"Oh, you don't need to do that!" Ami insisted as she started unpacking one of her own bags.
Mahoro looked puzzled as she continued working. "Don't you have a maid to do this for you in Ottawa? Funtom Placement Services told me that I was on the short list for a position there, but I was never called for an interview."
Mii shook her head. "Maika doesn't have time to do all of our housework; she's in charge of keeping the common areas clean, not our private spaces. She only washes our clothes if we ask her to."
"Kuroko-san and Mikoto-san ask her to, all the time."
Mii raised an eyebrow, then lowered it while she nodded. "They're rich girls from a private academy. Of course they're going to think that that's normal."
"That isn't fair. I'm not poor, but I do my own laundry," Ami pointed out.
"Yes, you lived in a luxury high-rise in Tokyo, your mother collects jewels, and you own an entire planet. But you never had the upbringing that taught you that you were entitled to personal maid services."
Ami was surprised for a moment, then remembered what she'd realized earlier. Of course Mii knew all that. "Mother doesn't collect jewels, just diamonds. And I don't own Mercury, I'm just its Senshi and Princess. Of course I should do my own housework."
Mii smiled. "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're defending yourself emotionally?"
"Rob-san has, once or twice."
"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" Minawa asked while taking a pair of slacks out of the last bag Ami had brought back from the store and draping them on a hanger.
Mii and Ami stopped talking, turned to Mahoro and Minawa, and realized they'd never actually told the maids to stop.
"All done!" Mahoro's smile lit up the room. "We'll unpack your bags right away, Konori-san," she added.
"No, please, I'd rather do that myself," Mii replied quickly.
"It's no trouble," Minawa started to reply, only to be stopped by Mahoro.
"If that is what you want, of course we'll leave it to you, Ms. Konori," the older (but still young) maid began, only to be interrupted by a light flashing from her brooch. She quickly held the brooch by both sides and said, "What's wrong?"
A gruff male voice that neither Mii nor Ami had heard before replied, "We have uninvited guests. Three unidentified targets incoming. They're humanoid, but they're flying."
"Radar indicates they're very dense, probably robots of some sort," another voice they hadn't heard before added.
"Can we help?" Ami asked immediately.
"It's possible that we might be familiar with your 'uninvited guests', if only by reputation," Mii added.
Mahoro simply nodded as everybody raced to the roof.
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Rob Kelk
Sticks and stones can break your bones,
But words can break your heart.
- unknown
Rob Kelk
Sticks and stones can break your bones,
But words can break your heart.
- unknown