My half of the art trade with ImitationTess. Here's hers: http://imitationtess . deviantart . com/art/Do-you-think-they-ll-notice-149723406 You have to remove the spaces. Stop being lazy. It's worth it. ;)

This fic is based off of chapter 64, page 9. Go find it on onemanga. I've always thought of Mrs. Bradley as a total nutjob.

Time?

"Excuse me, ma'am, do you know what time it is?"

Diana (1) gasped. "How dare you speak to a woman like that?!" she shrieked angrily as she slapped him across the cheek.

Fuhrer Bradley blinked. "Er. I only asked for the time."

Diana shook with rage. "I know your type," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You think that you can get the time from whomever you want to get the time from. Well, sir, I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken-- Maybe other women would go around giving the bloody time to whoever bloody asked them for it, but I am not that kind of woman!"

"Oh. Well, if it's such a trouble, I suppose I could just go and find a clock--" he began, wringing his hands and glancing around nervously. Batshit-crazy women made him feel slightly ill at ease.

"You!" Diana roared, swinging her arms about her wildly and accidentally knocking over a teacup on the table next to her. The two of them were attracting unwanted attention from the innocent human beings who were loitering around outside Central Cafe. "You think that you're so great! That you can just ask for the time from any girl you see and she'll instantly check her watch and give it to you! Well guess what? It's not true. If you think that I'll magically turn into an adoring little puppy and get into your pants just because of your silly mustache or that ridiculous eyepatch, you're sadly mistaken! Fuck! Men like you make me sick!" She threw her purse in his general direction and missed.

"Is there a problem here, ma'am?" asked a man who was, the Fuhrer assumed, the owner of the cafe. He obviously very good at multitasking; he was a man and the owner of a cafe at the same time. Surely, he was an extremely talented human being.

"This man," Diana said as calmly as she could, "asked me for the time."

The man/cafe owner's eyes widened. "Sir, we don't allow behavior like that in front of this fine establishment. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Ah, yes, I understand," said Fuhrer Bradley as he tipped his nonexistent hat politely. "Good day."

"Good riddance!" Diana screeched, sobbing.

(1) I checked Wikipedia and stuff, but I couldn't find her naaaaame! D:

Anyways. Not my best work, but nyeh. It was fun. Also, I learned that Bradley is a very interesting character. I think I'll write about him again someday.

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