(Yet another thing that isn't terribly surprising, but still highly bothersome nonetheless.)
The blush that is slowly, but surely, creeping over Mikoto's face is bright enough to make the real Amaterasu totally jelly. The fact that her classmates keep looking from her to Baroona with perplexed, but fairly suspicious looks on their faces, and that everyone else ever is staring at them while talking wildly amongst themselves isn't particularly helping.
Most of all, he is speaking to her, but she doesn't understand a lick of what he's saying. She frowns, squinting a little. Odd. She could understand him just fine back in the City---
"Misaka-san, who is that?!" One girl blurts out, and Mikoto gives him one more bamboozled look before turning to her classmate and covertly taking the device---it resembled an earpiece, so it definitely had to aid in communication, which was sorely needed right about now---so she could shock it back to life. She laughs sheepishly at the girl.]
He's, uh, a brother of a friend of mine.
[Mikoto briefly gives him a meaningful look, running her fingers across her mouth in the universal sign that meant, stay quiet.
"But he's a foreigner!" The girl persists. Mikoto's smile turns all the more crooked.]
I took a vacation with my mom a few months ago and met the friend I just mentioed---I guess she's decided to visit...? Look, let me just straighten this out, okay? He's not dangerous or anything; it's all just culture shock...
[She quickly sends a surge through the translator within her long sleeve, and turns back toward him, giving him a flat look. Reaches down to hand him the device.
Grossly miscalculates both the angle from which she's leaning and the volume of her outfit.
Ends up nearly tumbling right into Baroona with a small cry, prompting more staring and shocked gasps as she grabs onto his arms to keep herself from bumping right smack into him.
She growls, mortified. A small spark of electricity shoots past her head; she quickly lets go of him like she's just dropped a live salmon. She glares, sticking the device onto his ear.
idk but i still feel bad....
And, as per usual, he is smirking at her.
(Yet another thing that isn't terribly surprising, but still highly bothersome nonetheless.)
The blush that is slowly, but surely, creeping over Mikoto's face is bright enough to make the real Amaterasu totally jelly. The fact that her classmates keep looking from her to Baroona with perplexed, but fairly suspicious looks on their faces, and that everyone else ever is staring at them while talking wildly amongst themselves isn't particularly helping.
Most of all, he is speaking to her, but she doesn't understand a lick of what he's saying. She frowns, squinting a little. Odd. She could understand him just fine back in the City---
"Misaka-san, who is that?!" One girl blurts out, and Mikoto gives him one more bamboozled look before turning to her classmate and covertly taking the device---it resembled an earpiece, so it definitely had to aid in communication, which was sorely needed right about now---so she could shock it back to life. She laughs sheepishly at the girl.]
He's, uh, a brother of a friend of mine.
[Mikoto briefly gives him a meaningful look, running her fingers across her mouth in the universal sign that meant, stay quiet.
"But he's a foreigner!" The girl persists. Mikoto's smile turns all the more crooked.]
I took a vacation with my mom a few months ago and met the friend I just mentioed---I guess she's decided to visit...? Look, let me just straighten this out, okay? He's not dangerous or anything; it's all just culture shock...
[She quickly sends a surge through the translator within her long sleeve, and turns back toward him, giving him a flat look. Reaches down to hand him the device.
Grossly miscalculates both the angle from which she's leaning and the volume of her outfit.
Ends up nearly tumbling right into Baroona with a small cry, prompting more staring and shocked gasps as she grabs onto his arms to keep herself from bumping right smack into him.
She growls, mortified. A small spark of electricity shoots past her head; she quickly lets go of him like she's just dropped a live salmon. She glares, sticking the device onto his ear.
Same old, same old.]
What am I going to do with you?