["Daddy's sure to notice. I bet he won't be a big jerk about it this time, either"
Mikoto has to swallow a sigh as she remembers the above remark made by Clara once dress-up was done and over with. Notice what? She didn't get any of this; not Douglas' fairly off-color remarks, not the sudden plague of chuckling and whispering amongst the rest of the mercenaries, not being all prettied up in a light blue dress with flowers on the side of her head (and Ariadne wouldn't stop gushing and rearranging them and going through several different dresses with her until Helena had to alert her to the time constraints---girl was nice and really funny, but it was clear she was having too much fun.), and definitely not how Baroona even tied into all of this to begin with.
Because, seriously. What was there to notice? She didn't feel any different. A bit awkward, self-conscious, and irritated at having to lift up the skirt of the dress to walk, seeing heads turn as she passed by, and catching snippets of whistling and more weird whispering, but for the most part? There was nothing mind-blowing about any of this.
Not in the slightest---until she hears a particularly loud whistle and looks up. It's Douglas, who's standing (while grinning suavely and winking in her direction) next to Baroona, some tall, rather elaborately-dressed guy she's never seen before (Icarus), and Gohu, who gives Douglas an exasperated look. Ares, meanwhile, blinks and frowns.
Mikoto has to swallow back a grumble, waving at the group while passing by.
You know what? She's suddenly thirsty. She'll be perusing a drink, dear sirs. Minding her own business.]
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Mikoto has to swallow a sigh as she remembers the above remark made by Clara once dress-up was done and over with. Notice what? She didn't get any of this; not Douglas' fairly off-color remarks, not the sudden plague of chuckling and whispering amongst the rest of the mercenaries, not being all prettied up in a light blue dress with flowers on the side of her head (and Ariadne wouldn't stop gushing and rearranging them and going through several different dresses with her until Helena had to alert her to the time constraints---girl was nice and really funny, but it was clear she was having too much fun.), and definitely not how Baroona even tied into all of this to begin with.
Because, seriously. What was there to notice? She didn't feel any different. A bit awkward, self-conscious, and irritated at having to lift up the skirt of the dress to walk, seeing heads turn as she passed by, and catching snippets of whistling and more weird whispering, but for the most part? There was nothing mind-blowing about any of this.
Not in the slightest---until she hears a particularly loud whistle and looks up. It's Douglas, who's standing (while grinning suavely and winking in her direction) next to Baroona, some tall, rather elaborately-dressed guy she's never seen before (Icarus), and Gohu, who gives Douglas an exasperated look. Ares, meanwhile, blinks and frowns.
Mikoto has to swallow back a grumble, waving at the group while passing by.
You know what? She's suddenly thirsty. She'll be perusing a drink, dear sirs. Minding her own business.]