[Mikoto growls somewhat, her own frustration beginning to seep into her features. It's mainly because he brings up good points, and there's also the implication that, yes, she hasn't really gotten things squared out just yet.
More importantly, the implication is actually right on the money. The plan started out as a joke. A part of her still found it to be an absolute riot, but now reality's hit and it bites.
He's right.
He's always right, and it drives her up the wall. Planning and strategizing were a huge part of his life as a soldier---where there could be no errors. An error meant defeat, capture, or even death.
Goddammit. Mikoto starts pacing around to keep her temper from rising any more than it already has; she couldn't lash out at him. None of this was his fault (er, mostly, anyway).] ...We'll figure something out, okay? [As hilarious as it is, she just knows she's going to feel awkward seeing him as a girl after a while, especially if it goes on for an extended period of time.
And then there is Kuroko. The moment that one 'catches' Mikoto with a 'new woman' in her life...crap.
She'd really have to come up with something convincing. A huff.] For now, I'll just say that you can't speak Japanese and that I'm your...interpreter, I guess. Mom won't really care...
[She wrinkles her nose, looking exasperated.
Misaka Misuzu wasn't...quite your conventional mom. In fact, she was very unconventional.]
...In fact, she'll probably just try to drag you with us when we go shopping. I'll...have to talk to some people ahead of time, though.
[Her expression relaxes. Hopefully Konori-senpai would understand if she explained the situation; or maybe...
----Ugh, she's not good at these things.] I'll make this work. No one's gonna come after you.
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[Mikoto growls somewhat, her own frustration beginning to seep into her features. It's mainly because he brings up good points, and there's also the implication that, yes, she hasn't really gotten things squared out just yet.
More importantly, the implication is actually right on the money. The plan started out as a joke. A part of her still found it to be an absolute riot, but now reality's hit and it bites.
He's right.
He's always right, and it drives her up the wall. Planning and strategizing were a huge part of his life as a soldier---where there could be no errors. An error meant defeat, capture, or even death.
Goddammit. Mikoto starts pacing around to keep her temper from rising any more than it already has; she couldn't lash out at him. None of this was his fault (er, mostly, anyway).] ...We'll figure something out, okay? [As hilarious as it is, she just knows she's going to feel awkward seeing him as a girl after a while, especially if it goes on for an extended period of time.
And then there is Kuroko. The moment that one 'catches' Mikoto with a 'new woman' in her life...crap.
She'd really have to come up with something convincing. A huff.] For now, I'll just say that you can't speak Japanese and that I'm your...interpreter, I guess. Mom won't really care...
[She wrinkles her nose, looking exasperated.
Misaka Misuzu wasn't...quite your conventional mom. In fact, she was very unconventional.]
...In fact, she'll probably just try to drag you with us when we go shopping. I'll...have to talk to some people ahead of time, though.
[Her expression relaxes. Hopefully Konori-senpai would understand if she explained the situation; or maybe...
----Ugh, she's not good at these things.] I'll make this work. No one's gonna come after you.