Quote:What, you mean, is it like Levantine? I haven't got a clue, actually, and neither does he - he was just sort of cracking wise. Probably the only person really qualified to give an opinion would be Mikoto, and you know how it is getting a detailed answer out of her.
Foot in mouth for Neshan ne? ;x Interesting that Miroku seems to be capable of thought -- more of the Intelligent Design seeping over to other weapons? o.O
Quote:That pretty much describes everything I've posted so far - I'm doing these on the spot, you know?
Impromptu and quickly scribbled down scenes, but they were very fun to write.
Quote:*baDAP-ching!*
Because having a Miyu without a Larva is just wrong, yesno?
The conversation tumbled back and forth across that ground for a couple of minutes before one of the crewmen from earlier came up and gave Mai and I our scheduled invitation to meet the Captain.
"Honestly," she muttered from where she had been walking to my left. "What kind of person asks someone to come to him when he wants to thank them?"
I nodded my head at the night scene outside, and tried once again to force myself to at least loosen up a little - being tense and cramped wasn't going to do me or anyone else any good. "There's a chance that a motorboat or something might blunder into our path in the fog and get itself squashed. It's likely any of the officers could respond to that just as well as he could, but he's the one responsible."
"...So he has to stay and make certain it's taken care of." She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment. "I guess that makes sense."
There was quiet for a moment as we walked, then she poked me in the ribs and said, with a grin in her voice, "I'm not going to eat you, you know."
I stopped dead, of course. "Uh?" For a moment I panicked, but even after I suppressed it I had to take a moment to work past the sense of utter unreality that swept in in its wake. "...That's a shame," I said, for a wonder able to keep my delivery deadpan rather than grinning like some idiot.
It took her a couple of moments to get it, but when she did she went a bit red and told me, "I am not that sort of girl, buster!"
She was teasing though, and whatever color her cheeks were, I knew mine were worse. I was out of my league, of course, but that didn't mean I was prepared to bow out of the game. "Not many are," I told her, with my best attempt at a long-suffering sigh.
"Oh! So you admit you were looking?"
"Admit? Hardly - I was simply commenting on the admirable state of the moral condition of today's feminnnYEEEEEAH!"
Natsuki's entrance produced the expected abrupt maneuver, which, 1.) interrupted my sentance, 2.) knocked me flat on my ass, and 3.) deposited the most beautiful girl I'd ever met squarely in my lap.
For the record, 'in good shape' or 'well proportioned' in no way neccessarily translate to 'light'.
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."