BA-BOOOOOM!
Miu and Kirumi were both thrown backward by the sheer intensity of the explosion as Miu's latest invention went down in flames.
"Well. Talk about finishing with a bang," Miu managed to gasp through her coughing fit as she struggled to rise to her feet. Suddenly, she felt a strong, steady hand grasping at her arm, supporting her, helping her stand up.
How the fuck had she gotten up so fast?
Oh. Wait. Right. Ultimate Maid. She was perfect at everything.
Miu rolled her eyes as she continued to cough.
Kirumi, meanwhile, showed nothing but concern for the other girl.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cleanin' Lady, I'm fine. It's gonna take a lot more than a premature ignition to keep this glamorous girl genius down!"
Miu was interrupted by another coughing fit. Kirumi was still holding her, supporting her gently.
"Miu, the smoke has irritated your throat. If it is not treated properly, it could get worse. I will escort you to the nurse's office immediately!"
"Hold on now!" Miu wrenched her arm free from Kirumi's grip. "This ain't about to turn into some sexy nurse roleplay!" But after a moment, Miu reconsidered the idea, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I mean…unless you're into that kind of thing…"
Kirumi, meanwhile, didn't even bother replying to this remark. She knew it was wiser to look for solutions rather than to look to Miu for solutions. As much as Kirumi wanted to respect her fellow classmate, the Ultimate Inventor wasn't exactly known for her good decision-making. Miu's injuries weren't life-threatening, though, so Kirumi couldn't force her to go to the nurse's office either. Instead, the maid gestured to the far end of Miu's worktable. There was a small pile of white cloths, haphazardly thrown on top of one another.
"They are uncontaminated, I presume?" Kirumi asked.
"What? Duh!" Miu snorted. "They ain't my cum-rags, if that's what you're asking…Perv."
Kirumi narrowed her eyes, but she still said nothing, choosing instead to fetch a cloth for herself and Miu.
"Fucking hell, I stayed up all goddamn night working on that thing!" Miu complained as Kirumi handed her a cloth.
"Perhaps we can rebuild it," Kirumi replied calmly as she took her own cloth and used it to wipe the soot from her face. Miu was a lot less thorough, scrubbing her face roughly before tossing the rag to the side.
"No fuckin point," she growled. "It's not as easy as just putting a few hard pieces back inside each other. There were some fluids involved, but now they're all busted to Hell and it's gonna take a shit-ton of time to make more. Life just decided to fuck me in the ass, no lube, I guess."
Kirumi exhaled slowly, but rather than respond to Miu's despondent complaints, she instead set her sights on a door on the far side of Miu's lab. It was labeled "Cleaning Supplies" and everything in it was in pristine condition. Clearly, Miu hadn't even touched this closet, let alone used anything in it. Kirumi wasn't surprised.
Once she had everything she needed, the maid returned to the inventor's workbench and started cleaning. Miu was still scowling at the remnants of her once-beautiful invention, swearing like a sailor. She hadn't even noticed when Kirumi briefly let her side to get the cleaning supplies. Kirumi made no effort to reprimand her, however. It was far easier and faster if she did the cleaning herself. It was also more efficient if she could focus on cleaning up the lab before she focused on cleaning up Miu.
Only after the table was spotless did Kirumi finally address some of Miu's nonstop complaints, all of which Miu had kept giving her throughout the entire duration of her cleaning the table. Miu didn't even seem to notice, or care, that Kirumi was only half paying attention to her.
"Are you sure you do not wish to try again?" the maid repeated. "I made a promise to serve you today, and I intend to fulfill that request."
"Serve me, eh?" Miu echoed, some of her irritation turning into arousal. "Now you're talking!" Her face split into a wide grin. Even though she'd been serious when she asked Kirumi to be her lab partner earlier, she wasn't opposed to Kirumi being another type of partner either…
But Kirumi was hardly amused. "If you are thinking vulgar thoughts, then I advise you to be more aware of the situation," she warned.
"Whaaaaa?" Miu sounded genuinely surprised by Kirumi's harsh tone. "But aren't you a maid?"
"Yes. But what you were proposing has nothing to do with my profession."
"But you're a maid!" Miu repeated, hoping her emphasis on the word "maid" would clue Kirumi in. It didn't work. "Oh, come on, you know? A sexy, fanservicey maid, and all that? One who serves her master's every need and desire?" Miu's voice became increasingly sensual and low.
Kirumi's expression was unchanged and finally, Miu snorted. "You had to have known what you were getting into when you took this gig!"
"I did. And it had nothing to do with that," Kirumi finally answered. Her voice was as cold and hard as ice.
"Well, why the hell would you be a maid if you weren't even going to be a sexy maid?!" Miu was baffled. "I mean, I wouldn't want to spend all day cleaning unless I knew I could get down and dirty each night. Isn't that the point!? Unless…Wait a minute!" Miu's eyes went wide and Kirumi sighed quietly. She knew that whatever Miu was about to say was not going to be pleasant…
"Don't tell me, you get off on watching your clients! You fucking perv! A Peeping Mom, amirite, Kiru-mommy?!" Her laughter roared throughout her lab. Finally, though, Kirumi had had enough.
"Please do not compare me to a mother, I am the same age as you! And please do not accuse me of being indecent!" she snapped.
"Oh no, Dommy Mommy Mode!" Miu whimpered, immediately cowed by Kirumi's sharp tone. Her legs and voice shook, but it wasn't just from fear. Although it was, admittedly, mostly from fear. Kirumi could sure be intimidating when she wanted to be! Even after only five more seconds of Kirumi's intense glare, Miu was ready for it to be over.
"S-so, you d-done bein' m-mad at me?" she asked timidly, looking away and twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.
"I am not mad," Kirumi replied, exhaling slowly. "I apologize if I frightened you, I just wish to be treated with more respect."
"I-I was just jokin'," Miu mumbled, still blushing and sweating and looking away.
"It ceases to be a joke once the targeted party feels genuinely hurt by it. Comedy is subjective, after all," Kirumi replied wisely. But because she did not wish to unnerve Miu any further, she changed the topic back to Miu's invention. "What were you attempting to build?"
Kirumi's trick worked like a charm and Miu cheered up instantly. "Oh yeah! I never finished telling ya!" she cried. "Well, you see, I've come to notice that, sometimes, when you're in the middle of masturbating, you could be having a grand old time, but sometimes, you just…can't…quite…get over that last little hump to finish yourself off. And lemme tell ya, that shit SUCKS! All buildup and no payoff? No fucking thanks! I know some people like orgasm denial, but never getting to climax? Even after hours of going at it?! It's like no matter how hard or fast you rub, you don't get anywhere! But that's what my invention was gonna fix!"
"So your invention was meant to temporarily increase its users' libido?" Kirumi asked, trying to indulge Miu in the conversation.
"Holy fuck, Merriam-Webster, do you have to talk like you fucked a professor?" Miu snickered. "Just say it makes people horny! I know I said I like a mouthful, but not if it's just words!"
"But what you have said still does not explain how or why the device exploded," Kirumi quickly took control of the conversation again.
"Oh that's easy," Miu laughed dismissively. "It just overheated! I didn't have a good enough cooling system in it so the "bitch in heat" got too hot to handle and blew her load too soon! …All those pistons…pumping in and out…so hard and so fast…The friction was just…too much!" Miu moaned. But while Miu got hung (up) on her invention, Kirumi was busy mulling over everything else Miu had just told her.
To put simply, Miu had built an automated piston. What made it "special", though, was that there was also a chemical component. The piston could also, as Miu said, make people horny because of the chemical secretions the piston would give off. That much unnerved Kirumi, just slightly. Maybe right now, it wasn't much of a threat, but imagine a piston/generator/engine that could pump mood-altering chemicals into a person both through a tactile and an airborne connection…
That was part of the reason why Kirumi chose to serve Miu today. It wasn't just a sincere desire to help the inventor with her project. Kirumi also wanted to make sure Miu wasn't up to anything suspicious, such as creating a weapon that could be easily levied against the rest of the class. Maybe that wasn't Miu's intention with this machine, but surely it wouldn't take much to alter its intended function?
"Oh, calm your tits!" Miu pretended to yawn. "It only works with my special aphrodisiac mix, not just any ol' chemical concoction! You didn't seriously think I was enough of a dumbass to just leave my invention out in the open for any old pleb to wander in and fuck with it, right?" she scoffed, and despite herself, Kirumi was impressed. Although she may have been embarrassed to admit it, she did misjudge Miu at first. She was greatly relieved to know that Miu was already one step ahead of her in regard to the invention's security.
In summary, there were sensors inside the piston which, as Miu said, would only respond to her exact aphrodisiac mix. If any other type of liquid was inserted into the machine, it just wouldn't run! So yes, Miu already took the possibility of tampering into account when she designed this device. She was more than happy to show it off and brag about her superiority to Kirumi after that.
"Ha, ha, HA! I bet you're totally jealous right now!" she cried. "While all you got was an ugly, old, skanky-ass maid outfit, I am just full of and oozing genius! Raw brain-power, baby! HOO YEAH!"
"Well, Miu, I am glad you put so much thought into your creation," Kirumi replied. Even though Miu had just insulted her, Kirumi's maid senses were tingling now. Behind her vulgarity and brashness, Miu actually had a fair bit of potential, didn't she? "I wish to support it in full!" Kirumi said.
It was enough to catch Miu off guard. Although she loved praise, actually receiving compliments was always a little unexpected for her and it didn't take much to make her super flustered. "Well, gee, if you wanted to make me that wet, you could've just poured a mop bucket on me," she muttered, but she sounded more nervous than seductive. She looked away and fiddled with a lock of her hair again, sweating and biting her lip. "You're pretty good at sucking up and kissing ass. You sure you aren't trying to be a sexy maid? You probably could, if you had a sexier outfit…"
"All of my relationships are professional, nothing more," Kirumi interrupted sharply, but for once, Miu did not cower.
"Well fuck that then!" she instead snapped. "If you wanna fuck with me, you gotta stop being so damn uptight and formal all the time! It's like you got a perpetual stick up your ass! …Although…y'know…? That does sound kinda hot…"
"Miu, my pride as a maid, and the Ultimate Maid, no less, demands that I carry myself respectfully and properly at all times."
"Ugh, then working with you is gonna suck ass! And not in the good way! I can't even understand you half the time, all the fancy shit you spew!"
"Then I will try to adjust my vocabulary accordingly. I can be accommodating."
"…Wait…Are you saying I'm fucked in the head?!" Miu demanded, pointing to her head with wild, crazy eyes. Kirumi had to fight not to say yes.
But a few minutes later, some of Miu's deeper insecurities began to bubble to the surface.
"Why are you so hellbent on "serving" me anyway?" she finally demanded. "What's the point if you're not gonna fuck me at least once?"
Normally, Kirumi would've been irritated by such a statement, but she was able to sense that Miu felt more sad than angry, and the maid was finally starting to understand why. Miu's identity was so intertwined with sexuality that she truly believed that if people weren't looking at her sexually, then they clearly despised her. That still didn't make her incessant advances ok, but it explained why they happened so often.
"It is because you have great potential as a thinker, designer and builder," the maid said softly. "You are the Ultimate Inventor, after all."
"You don't even like my inventions!" Miu scoffed.
"That is not the point," Kirumi replied. "I wish to support all potential, regardless of where or who it comes from."
"Well, I ain't stopping doing what I love, which is literally making love! Just because you're too blind and stupid to realize my true Talent and genius doesn't mean I'm gonna quit! Got it?!" She pointed a finger at Kirumi. "I'm just tryna make people feel good. Why is that so bad?"
"It is not bad, and I am not asking you to stop anything," Kirumi said, calm as ever. "I fully intend to support you just the way you are."
"Wait. What?" Miu blinked in surprise, so caught off guard by this remark that she hardly knew how to respond. "You don't like lewd shit though."
"Ah, but I do not mind working with these sorts of things," the maid corrected. "My only stipulation is that no sexual act is ever done to me, because that is not how a maid should compose herself. But to merely work with the objects is…permissible. So long as all is safe and consensual."
Miu paused for a moment, pondering Kirumi's words. It was an interesting take…But there was something much more pressing that Miu wanted to focus on. Kirumi had said she was willing to support Miu just the way she was. She didn't want Miu to change herself or sacrifice any of her passions, no matter how "weird" they were. Miu had never been told that before…
The inventor might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but even she could sense that most of her peers didn't like her. Even if she couldn't understand why, she just knew that they didn't like her. And it stung. Badly. It felt like no matter what she said or did, it was always wrong, and just gave everyone else yet another reason to despise her and keep her at arm's length.
But it wasn't just because of her loudmouthed, foulmouthed ways. She was also very self-centered, and seemed almost incapable of understanding things from other people's perspectives. It was really this trait that turned most people away from her. She was just so hard to get along with that building a connection felt almost impossible!
But either way, it meant Miu was left in the dust while everyone else seemed so much savvier and more tightknit. It felt like being trapped on the outside looking in, or being stuck in a maze full of nothing but dead ends, constant rejections. Even when she tried to play by their rules, she still managed to always get it wrong. And it hurt to be rejected so often, especially when she wasn't even trying to be rude half the time.
So for Kirumi to explicitly confirm that she liked Miu just the way she was almost felt too good to be true.
"You really mean it?" she asked softly. "You don't want me to change myself? Or my inventions?"
"Of course not," Kirumi promised. "Just be more respectful if someone says no."
"Hmm…" Miu still sounded a bit reluctant, but if Kirumi was willing to stay by her side, maybe she could agree to that. She just didn't understand why someone would ever say no. Wasn't everyone her age a giant horn-dog? And she did have some nice tits, if she did say so herself (and she did).
But for once, rather than trying to argue this point, Miu managed to simply yield. At least until a few more moments went by and some of her wonder turned back into bitterness. More insecurities were bubbling up.
"This is all very easy for youto say," she grumbled. "Everyone loves you. And I don't even know why, anyway! I mean, sure, you're nice and all, but what kind of lame-ass Talent is being a maid anyway? You're not that special." Her voice dripped with envy and hurt. "And what about me?!"
"Miu-" Kirumi began, almost unable to conceal her surprise and concern that Miu, of all people, would ever sound so vulnerable and hurt.
"Oh save it!" Miu interrupted. "We both know it's true! Even though I'M the goddamn motherfucking inventor with all the cool-ass machinery and power tools and shit, it's you that everyone loves and admires! It's your Talent that has everyone's panties soaked! You just fit in so well here and I…don't. For some fucking reason. Pfft!" Miu rolled her eyes angrily.
Never mind that I've been trying so hard to make friends. Even longer than you, I'd bet! Miu's eyes flashed as she glared at Kirumi, but she didn't have the courage to say any of what she was thinking. And yet, you just swoop in out of nowhere, barely even talking to anyone, and suddenly the whole class is wrapped around your finger! But what about ME?! I had to work my ASS off just to get people to look my way and be somewhat ok with me. But they don't even like me anyway! I know they don't! No matter what anyone says, I know they'd never notice or care if I left…
Miu had to bite her lip to keep a sob from escaping. She wasn't going to fucking cry. Especially not in front of the fucking Maid Mom. But it hurt. It really, really hurt. Even if it didn't seem like it, even if she had nothing to show for it, Miu was not lying when she said she'd tried her damndest to make friends. Not just here, but in every other school she'd ever attended. But never once did it work. Never once did she manage to charm anyone over to her side (at least not for longer than maybe one night).
But here Kirumi was, withdrawn and quiet and reserved, and yet she still managed to win everyone over in almost effortless fashion! It just wasn't fair! They were both Ultimates, and Miu had the cooler Talent anyway, so why was Kirumi so much better than her!? Why was her Talent so much more…useful and likable? Why did being a maid automatically mean Kirumi was good at everything?
"But you are special in your own way," the maid finally said.
"Oh please, spare me that fake-ass fucking comfort bullshit!" Miu interrupted.
"I am being serious," Kirumi countered, a steely edge returning to her voice. It did the trick and Miu shut up real fast after that. "You seem to think your Talent is inferior to mine, but that is not true at all. Every Talent is equally good and worthy and useful. None of them were meant to be compared to one another. The only thing a Talent is meant to be measured against…is itself."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't compare apples to oranges," Miu grumbled. "Your biggest enemy is yourself, and all that stupid, sappy shit."
"There is a great truth within those maxims," Kirumi said seriously. "You are more than worthy and good enough just by being yourself, because that is all you are ever supposed to be. You are valuable in your own unique way, and that is exactly how it should be. We need you and your inventions, because there will never be another Miu Iruma, even if there are other Ultimate Inventors. And your intentions are good, which is worthy of praise and recognition, certainly. You just need to be more aware when people tell you to stop doing something that makes them uncomfortable."
"Hmmm," Miu grunted. "I guess I can try…"
It was clear that Miu wasn't buying it…but all those compliments certainly did make her feel…something…But Kirumi misinterpreted her silence as lingering doubt rather than arousal, so after taking a pained breath, Kirumi took the chance to confide in Miu.
"A maid should never lean on her client for support," the maid said, both to herself and Miu, "but I believe that, sometimes, a bit of self-disclosure can be helpful, and even enlightening, so I will tell you…"
But even though Kirumi promised a secret, she bit her lip and dawdled. It was evident that they were approaching uncomfortable territory, and Kirumi was very reluctant to admit a weakness. But as she'd told Miu, sometimes, a bit of self-disclosure was good. And everything Kirumi did, she did for the sake of helping benefit others…
"The observations you have made about me and the rest of the class, those are only part of a much larger picture, and I think that seeing that larger picture will help you understand what I mean when I say that the class does not love me nearly as much as you think they do."
"What?!" Miu snorted, giving Kirumi a scandalized and disbelieving look, but after Kirumi explained, it all fell into place.
Even though Kirumi, in many ways, had excellent social skills, and a very likable demeanor, many of the other students were just as put off by her constant "maid mode" as they were with all of Miu's antics. Granted, Kirumi's "antics" were much more preferable to Miu's, but in some ways, the maid was just as much of a lost, lonely, social outcast as the inventor was. Miu wasn't the only one who'd needed to try much harder and longer than she cared to admit just to make friendly acquaintances, let alone friends.
And Kirumi was just as aware of her distance from the rest of the class as Miu was of hers. And, like Miu, she was powerless to make it better. She had no idea how. She was just as socially inept, even if in a different way. She knew what it felt like to try her best only to be met with rejection. She knew what it felt like to feel as if she was doing everything correctly only to have her peers react in a way that indicated that all of her confidence was misguided. Amusement and confusion from the others were usually the biggest red flags.
"After all, I know you are not particularly thrilled with the antiquated and overly-formal vernacular I use," Kirumi gave Miu a dry smile.
"Awww, shit, you're right!" Miu slapped her forehead, a new understanding washing over her.
"I think I am beginning to understand you, Miu," Kirumi said softly. "There are still many mysteries, but I think we are more alike than it seems. I would even be willing to wager that you also struggle with showing intimacy and affection?"
"Dayum! Call-out post much?" Miu sounded amused and uncomfortable. "I mean, if you wanna fuck me like that, at least make me dinner first!"
"I am sorry," Kirumi dipped her head. "You are right, I should not have asked such an invasive question."
"Awww, shit, no, see? You can't do that!" Miu pouted. "I told you I didn't like all that maid shit."
"Well, I take just as much pride in being a maid as you do in being an inventor," Kirumi replied. "This means a lot to me."
"Hmph, fair enough," Miu grunted. "But I suppose you do have a point. About the other stuff, I mean. I just don't like that pansy-ass, sappy-ass shit. If you like someone, congratulate em and yell really loudly. Everyone loves a screamer! Gotta make sure the world knows, ya know?"
Kirumi did not reply, but she still agreed with everything Miu had just said. It was exactly what she'd been hinting at. Like Miu, she also struggled to show affection. Her way was to remain distant and proud, so she could show the proper respect for whatever it was that she admired. But most people misunderstood this as coldness and disinterest.
It hurt her, sometimes, to be so completely misunderstood that she could be doing her best to show affection only to be told that she seemed apathetic and heartless. People didn't seem to realize how hard it could be to show emotion, especially if one wasn't naturally inclined to that sort of display to begin with. Because of that, a selfish side of Kirumi was glad to know that Miu dealt with the same issue, even if her love language was the exact opposite of Kirumi's.
"According to you, I give too many fucks while you give none at all!" Miu snickered to fill the silence. Kirumi winced slightly, Miu's words hitting a little too close to home, but she did have a point, both in terms of emotionality and sexuality.
"Like, I'm a hypersexual pansexual and you…are…somewhere on the asexual spectrum, I'd guess?" Miu continued. "Definitely nothing alike."
"Correct," Kirumi affirmed. "But this means we both know what it feels like to be a sexual outsider, even if the ramifications are different."
"Well damn, I guess that's true too," Miu underwent another epiphany. "Holy shit Kirumi, I didn't know you were into the psychology of fucking."
Although I shouldn't be surprised. You're fucking good at everything…Well, except fucking, I guess.
"Well, it's not that," Kirumi smiled politely. "I just have worked with enough people in my life to have a decently well-rounded knowledge base."
"So you are a Peeping Mom!" Why did Miu sound so triumphant? Kirumi decided it was better not to respond at all.
Instead, the next time Miu gave her an out, Kirumi steered the conversation back to safer waters (again). Besides, the point of the talk was not to get hung up on sex and sexuality. That was only supposed to be an analogy to help Miu see that despite their seemingly drastic differences, she still had a lot in common with Kirumi.
"But our Talents are still very different," Miu said.
"Of course," Kirumi agreed. "But that fact is not mutually exclusive with us being similar. As I said before, we were not meant to be clones of, or competitors with, one another. We were meant to be ourselves, first and foremost. You are an inventor because the world needs inventors, and I am a maid because the world needs maids. We each have a role to fill a purpose in life. That is why we are who we are. Because the world needs us. And it needs us just the way we are."
Some of what Kirumi said was an oversimplification, but it did a lot to soften Miu's prickly heart.
"God fucking damn it, you cunt," Miu whimpered through very ugly tears. "You better get on your fucking hands and knees and apologize for emotionally devastating me like this! Who knows how the worldmay suffer if I don't recover?"
But for once, Miu's crass ways were exactly what the conversation needed. It managed to earn a small laugh from both women and almost served to prove Kirumi's point even more. The world needed Miu, and it needed her just as she was. That didn't mean there was no room for growth, but she didn't have to feel jealous or inferior when she was just as worthy and useful as any other Ultimate, and all just by being herself.
As Kirumi had pointed out, the point of Talents was not to determine who had the best or strongest one, but for each person with a Talent to focus solely on their own and cultivate it with love and care. After all, sometimes the seemingly overpowered Talents were actually not as useful as the seemingly underwhelming ones. It was something Miu had even noted earlier. On a surface glance, her Talent appeared to be superior to Kirumi's. A maid or an inventor. If anyone had to pick, they would probably choose to be an inventor.
But going past the surface, while that was not to say Miu was in any way inferior to Kirumi, Miu hadn't exactly been wrong when she said that it seemed like Kirumi was good at everything. But maybe…Miu didn't have to see that as a bad or threatening thing…Hadn't Kirumi said they were meant to support one another rather than be competitors? …It was a sappy, stupid sentiment that made Miu wanna hurl, but…Kirumi was also just as good as persuasion as she was at basically everything else.
"Hmmm, I guess we could make a pretty bomb-ass duo," Miu mused, and for the first time that day, she gave Kirumi a smile. A real smile. Big and warm and genuine. "So Kirumi, would you like to be my official lab partner from now on?"
"I would honored."
"Well good, and that's exactly how you should feel! You're pretty damn lucky, you know? I don't extend this offer to just anyone!"
"I appreciate that."
"Ha, now that's more like it!" Miu was clearly in Heaven, basking in Kirumi's praise, and for once, Kirumi was more than happy to let her.
But after several minutes, Miu turned back to her worktable with a new spark in her eyes. Maybe earlier, she'd said "fuck it" and planned to scrap her invention entirely (or at least put it on the backburner until she was in a better mood) but after that admittedly (a)rousing speech from Kirumi, the inventor was dying to get back to work!
"You ready, lab partner?" she grinned wickedly as she opened a drawer and pulled out several very large, sharp, intimidating power tools.
"Lab safety first," Kirumi reminded Miu politely.
"Awww, you ruined it!" Miu grouched. "You were supposed to call me lab partner! Besides, fuck wearing protection. It feels better this way!"
Kirumi only smiled serenely as she handed Miu a lab coat and pointed to her goggles.
"Oh all right, fine," Miu's pout deepened as she reluctantly suited up. "Ugh, you can't even see my gorgeous tits in this stupid coat!"
"Well, it keeps them safe," Kirumi replied with a shrug.
"Hey, just because you don't mind keeping your titties hidden under an apron all day long doesn't mean I want to!" Miu continued to complain. That was another thing she'd never get about Kirumi. Who on Earth would choose to dress down and not flaunt everything they had? Especially if their school uniform was a maid outfit. Come on, the opportunity was right there! But nope, Kirumi always dressed down.
"Well, I am ready to begin with this experiment," Kirumi interrupted Miu's thoughts. "Are you, lab partner?"
"What the-?! Oh, you…Come on! That's so not fair!" Miu pouted, but when Kirumi only smiled pleasantly at her, Miu was forced to admit defeat yet again. "All right. Fine. Lab partner…" But even though she'd spoken the word with venom, just getting the chance to finally call someone that made her smile, and she was unable to stop it. Lucky for her, seeing Miu smile made Kirumi smile as well, so at least Miu wasn't the only one who looked like a lovestruck dumbass.
"All righty, then, let's get this show on the road!" Miu finally declared. Then she and Kirumi both raised their power tools.
AN: AN: I SO wish we could've seen Kirumi helping Miu with her invention!
Also, another similarity I forgot to mention: they're both very smart. Different types of intelligence, yes, but both very smart. Heck, they both came up with fairly convoluted murder plots, so they are far from stupid.
This was also slightly inspired by a post I saw comparing tea and coffee. It said:
Tea: Calming, many flavors, the answer to all problems.
Coffee: Anxiety Juice (TM), 3 heartbeats for the price of 1, more than 4 cups and you can talk to electricity!
(Sound familiar? LOL)