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Need a Lift?
A Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 One-Shot.
Quick Note: Ok, so I realize that the BGC era is mostly over, and that I am late in the game; but better late than never. Anyways, this actually stemmed from a scene in Episode 22--Physical Graffiti-- during which the group are stranded on top of the Silky Doll building and attempt an escape where Priss probably gives voice to one of the year's most understated questions…
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Hmph, that's what I asked him, that day we escaped off the roof of Sylia's during Galatea's reign of raising a boomer army.
Need a lift?
Like he didn't need a lift, I suppose, considering we were stranded on top of a building nearly five stories up in the middle of the boomer plague that had engulfed Tokyo overnight. I mean, what other possible options--besides my giving him a lift--did I think he had given the current predicament we found ourselves in. To jump? Yeah, right to his death; and if the fall itself didn't kill him, the rogue boomers waiting at the bottom certainly would. So of course, I had asked "need a lift?"
It was probably one of the dumbest questions I had yet to ask this century. Was I really that dumb--that blindsided by the sheer fact of his close proximity--that I would inquire on such an obvious question which I already knew the answer to? I could claim that the question was purely meant to be rhetorical and then it wouldn't count as the stupidest question asked--ever--right?
Need a lift?
He had, naturally, looked at me with that stupefied expression one generally reserves and gives a child that has just announced something personal or private in a crowded check out aisle in a store. Like he couldn't believe I had just asked him that. Heck, I couldn't believe I had just asked him that: but I had. Of course, at the precise moment he offered me that incredulous look, his option number two to jump, suddenly became more appealing. I think he sensed this as well, for he quickly smiled that goofy grin and nodded, his arms readily eager to encircle my own as we both vacated the now crumbling rooftop.
For a fleeting moment I felt a pang of sympathy for Sylia as she watched the destruction of her home--the loss of one more part of her life--at Galatea's hands. That moment was brief however, as the pressure around my waist drew my attention back to my current mental dilemma.
Need a lift?
Gah-- had I really asked that moronic question!? Yeah. Yeah I had. And as I feel his grip on me tighten, I think momentarily that perhaps the offering of a lift wasn't such a bad idea after all. Though perhaps next time, I won't ask such an obvious question as "need a lift?" No, I absently ponder something else though-- does asking "want a lift?" count as sounding just as stupid?
Hmm, I wonder…
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Authors Notes: Well, I re-watched this series after many years and this idea really just struck me. Simply, as was stated, this really stemmed from the fact that, I found it rather hilarious and odd that Priss, of all people, would ask such a dumb question, fully knowing the answer. Kind of like one of those, Here's your sign, kinda deals, right? This of course would be her reaction afterwards as I can't imagine she wouldn't at least mentally berate herself for asking this rather obvious inquiry.