[Mikoto receives the following (near-illegible) text message some time later:]
on ym wya bcka
[Cue the lineface to end all linefaces, in the middle of listening to Kuroko screeching and squealing in ecstacy in the middle of what is undoubtedly a perverted dream. About her, as evidenced by the occasional cry of "Onee-sama...!"
Mikoto puts her pillow over her head, actually wishing and hoping and fervently praying that her mother gets home soon. The power in the hotel came back on not too long ago, so she can't zap Kuroko into respectful silence again without causing another panic.
"A few blocks from here! Just keep heading north!"
Elsewhere, within an alleyway, Misuzu giggles cotentedly in Baroona's arms, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. "Wow, you gentleman! I didn't think you'd actually go along with it!"
(Don't flatter yourself, lady.)
She pokes his cheek playfully. "Now I really wonder how you got Mikoto to befriend you! She hardly ever notices boys unless they irritate her! Why, you even call her by first name, without honorifics!"
Misuzu looks off to the side, looking almost maternal again. "She must really like you, to allow that. I'm sure she doesn't show it, though. She's the same way with me."
Another laugh. "It's funny. The more she seems to hate something, the more she actually likes it. I think she gets it from her father. So she's finally growing up, huh..."
Well, it turns out that that wistful, emotional look was just her about to let out a yawn. She rubs her eyes with one hand.
"I wonder what she'll be like, as an adult..."
Leaning her head on Baroona's shoulder, Misuzu lets out a sleepy grunt, closing her eyes. "Do me a favor, hmm? Take care of her. She's stubborn, moody, and silly, but she's a good girl..."
If only her subsequent loud snoring didn't just absolutely ruin what could've been another poignant moment.
Her and Mikoto are quite alike that way, frankly.]
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on ym wya bcka
[Cue the lineface to end all linefaces, in the middle of listening to Kuroko screeching and squealing in ecstacy in the middle of what is undoubtedly a perverted dream. About her, as evidenced by the occasional cry of "Onee-sama...!"
Mikoto puts her pillow over her head, actually wishing and hoping and fervently praying that her mother gets home soon. The power in the hotel came back on not too long ago, so she can't zap Kuroko into respectful silence again without causing another panic.
"A few blocks from here! Just keep heading north!"
Elsewhere, within an alleyway, Misuzu giggles cotentedly in Baroona's arms, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. "Wow, you gentleman! I didn't think you'd actually go along with it!"
(Don't flatter yourself, lady.)
She pokes his cheek playfully. "Now I really wonder how you got Mikoto to befriend you! She hardly ever notices boys unless they irritate her! Why, you even call her by first name, without honorifics!"
Misuzu looks off to the side, looking almost maternal again. "She must really like you, to allow that. I'm sure she doesn't show it, though. She's the same way with me."
Another laugh. "It's funny. The more she seems to hate something, the more she actually likes it. I think she gets it from her father. So she's finally growing up, huh..."
Well, it turns out that that wistful, emotional look was just her about to let out a yawn. She rubs her eyes with one hand.
"I wonder what she'll be like, as an adult..."
Leaning her head on Baroona's shoulder, Misuzu lets out a sleepy grunt, closing her eyes. "Do me a favor, hmm? Take care of her. She's stubborn, moody, and silly, but she's a good girl..."
If only her subsequent loud snoring didn't just absolutely ruin what could've been another poignant moment.
Her and Mikoto are quite alike that way, frankly.]