Quite a bit, actually...still, yeah. Until I can somehow convince people you're not a weirdo or even a pervert, [Said with a roll of the eyes, because she knows that's what Kuroko in particular is thinking. She doesn't even need telepathy to be aware of that.] this is...just how it'll have to be.

[Mikoto sees that aversion of the eyes on Baroona's end and sighs; now she's feeling guilty for more or less (more) making him humiliate himself. Splendid.

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY. Oh, how you stick her with all of these increasingly awkward feels, Baroona.

Still, she doesn't see any of this as troublesome or burdensome, for once. At least, not because it's him. If this is what it would take to keep him out of the underbelly of Academy City, then so be it. All minor annoyances and conflicted feelings aside, he was...important to her, and the last thing she wants is for him to find himself in a bind on her account.

...It had already happened one too many times.

Mikoto scratches her chin, her mouth quirking.]

Well, for one, you need another wig; secondly, we have to make you look unrecognizable.

[A beat, and she slaps the bottom of her fist into her palm.]

...Maybe you can wear glasses...