"Tokyo-3 is a testament to what adulthood should be. Hard work. Structured. Complex.
"I approve.
"I am Special Agent Amoroa. I've been assigned by the Interstellar Immigration Bureau to investigate the assault against you yesterday."
Rei-
I do not understand why I was pulled from class for this. If this person wishes to investigate, should he not interview Section 2? After all, they pay much more attention to me than I do.
Furthermore, he tries to speak from an authority he does not show. Why does he not display this? He has the uniform. He has the intimidating sunglasses. He barks his words. Ah, I understand.
"You don't have mature eyebrows.", I tell him.
Amoroa-
"What? Oh, come on. I look plenty mature."
The obviously mature adult takes off his sunglasses and studies his reflection.
"Are you sure? Are you absolutely certain? I mean, I got my hair cut in the most mature manner possible. The salon's top stylist told me so! And she's the top stylist, you know? And look at my mature expression. Do my eyebrows really mean that much to you?"
Rei-
I envision Commander Ikari in my mind. He has glasses like this man. A short scruffy covering of hair on his head. And thick eyebrows unlike this man.
"Yes.", I tell him.
"However, if you need help with your appearance, I cannot provide that assistance. I apologize for wasting your time."
I get up to leave.
Amoroa-
The obviously grown up man reasserts his natural authority.
"Wait a moment, young miss."
"I still have to ask you about your assailent."
The young school girl, swept away by the powerful mistique of this mature man stares blankly at him. The full scope of her instantaneous immature crush on this adult catches her by surprise, leaving her face absolutely expresssionless. Her blue hair framing that blank look, hoping to mask her hopeless reaction.
"She piloted an Vespa, obvious by its performance:altered. She wore a red long coat, a white scarf ann brown riding pants with boots. She had pink hair, yellow eyes and a complexion consistent with the rest of the populace of Japan. Is that all, Special Agent Amoroa?", she tells the man that has swept her off her feet.
"There is one further question I have, young miss."
Tougi-
"Furi Kuri? Damn, Ayanami. I knew you were out there but I thought it was the whole Nerv thing you were doing. I've never heard of any Furi Kuri?", I told her.
I tried to get back to shooting hoops.
"So you have no idea what that means?", she continues on. Didn't I just tell her that?
Kensuke-
Her blue hair twinkles with the sun. Her red eyes show a secret curiousity that only she knows. Her porcelain features catch the veiwers eye and holds it eternally.
"Excuse me, Aida. May I have a word with you?", she asks the audience. The camera loves her and prosperity will too.
"Sure, Rei...I mean Ayanami. Whatcha need?", the narrator voices over. Yes, it removes the fourth wall a little but it adds that sence of realism.
She looks blankly at the audience. Then she stares past the audience, as if talking to someone slightly further than the camera. She asks her question.
"Gee Ayanami. I've never heard of FLCL before. It must be some secret government weapon to be used on some alien battlefront with the ulti...
Hikari-
"Wow, Rei.", I start. As class president, I have to really pay attention to all the concerns of all the students. But with Rei working for Nerv, and the way she acts, it is always a challenge to meet her needs.
"I have no idea why he asked you about fooly cooly.", I tell her. "I don't even know what fooly cooly means. It sounds American. I'm really sorry, Rei."