W-well, I... [Mikoto splutters somewhat at his matter-of-fact tone. Not...that she wouldn't extend a similar gesture if she came across a kid with circumstances similar to Clara's---Academy City wasn't as kind to children as people would have you believe---but...why point that out, though? Was it a good thing, in his eyes? He always did tell her she was too nice.
She huffs softly. She needed to stop...noticing things about him. That was his thing, for some odd reason. He knew her too well.
Which made her wonder---did he really not mind all of her faults? What's kept you alongside me for so long, you dummy?
Mikoto closes her eyes as unabashedly as she can muster, and shrugs.] ...I'd try my best, at any rate. And---
[Yeah, about the cape issues...Mikoto goes and straightens said accessory; well, with how it's hitched up in some places around his shoulders, it's of no wonder it's not cooperating with him. She tuts.] -----You know, if I look weird, at least I'm not having difficulties. It's just a dress; this is bound to get caught on something in a fight. Who's idea was this, anyway?
[Although, she has to admit, it sort of...makes him look dignified. Almost...heroic.
Huh.
Heroes.
Funny, because she never really could get behind those types, always needlessly sticking their noses into other people's business, always so willing to throw themselves on the line for the sake of others.
But Baroona...oh, he's suddenly looking away. Mikoto frowns at him, but ultimately exhales a bit.
He still had a habit of clamming up abruptly. She runs a hand through her hair, rolling her eyes at the idea of a checkup. Uh, after what just took place...?]
I feel fine, though. But do you seriously think anyone's gonna want to so much as stand next to me after what just went down?
[She fidgets in her dress. Looks down at it herself, recalling his earlier frowning.
It's...pretty, but it feels rather flimsy. It makes her feel self-conscious, all of a sudden. On second thought...maybe it wasn't just a dress, after all.
Mikoto sighs. Something with pants would be nice, really.]
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She huffs softly. She needed to stop...noticing things about him. That was his thing, for some odd reason. He knew her too well.
Which made her wonder---did he really not mind all of her faults? What's kept you alongside me for so long, you dummy?
Mikoto closes her eyes as unabashedly as she can muster, and shrugs.] ...I'd try my best, at any rate. And---
[Yeah, about the cape issues...Mikoto goes and straightens said accessory; well, with how it's hitched up in some places around his shoulders, it's of no wonder it's not cooperating with him. She tuts.] -----You know, if I look weird, at least I'm not having difficulties. It's just a dress; this is bound to get caught on something in a fight. Who's idea was this, anyway?
[Although, she has to admit, it sort of...makes him look dignified. Almost...heroic.
Huh.
Heroes.
Funny, because she never really could get behind those types, always needlessly sticking their noses into other people's business, always so willing to throw themselves on the line for the sake of others.
But Baroona...oh, he's suddenly looking away. Mikoto frowns at him, but ultimately exhales a bit.
He still had a habit of clamming up abruptly. She runs a hand through her hair, rolling her eyes at the idea of a checkup. Uh, after what just took place...?]
I feel fine, though. But do you seriously think anyone's gonna want to so much as stand next to me after what just went down?
[She fidgets in her dress. Looks down at it herself, recalling his earlier frowning.
It's...pretty, but it feels rather flimsy. It makes her feel self-conscious, all of a sudden. On second thought...maybe it wasn't just a dress, after all.
Mikoto sighs. Something with pants would be nice, really.]