It was quiet. Yes, very quiet in Washu's lab. Analyzing data from her latest experiment, Washu fiddled with one of her hair spikes in deep thought. It would be interesting to see what these studies could produce, but Earth probably wasn't ready for quasi-dimensional oil drilling. Alas, alas - Poor dumb earthlings.
"Well, time to see what random anime's on now." Washu leaned her face in the palm of her hand, sighing as she flipped on a nearby screen with a press of a button. Death Note again. She already knew that they killed Light, so no point in that. Grumbling, Washu turned the T.V. off and got up. She said, "It might be fun to experiment on Tenchi, now..." At that thought, an impish grin unfurled on her face like the wings of a demon. However, just as Washu was about to run off and kidnap him, she detected a sound.
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...Huk...Huk...Sniff, ugh...
Washu frowned. Who the hell's crying in my lab? It was the middle of the night - This was supposed to be Washu's time for nocturnal shenanigans. Who on Earth - ...Maybe not the best phrasing, considering the vast array of inhabitants to the Masaki household. Who the devil would be crying in Washu's lab, of all places? And when she hadn't even done anything to them, either! Well, she had heard some kind of thunk earlier, but knew that Mihoshi was probably just screwing around and -
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"...Mihoshi, huh~?" Washu scratched at her chin as she hunted her quarry by the sound of sobs and hiccups. From the restraint, it sounded like Mihoshi didn't want to be heard...Too bad that Washu was master of this domain. Finally, Washu could tell that she was getting close to the location. Just around this corner, and...
Arms crossed, Washu just stood there and stared at what she saw before her. Mihoshi was laying on the ground about a foot away from a strung out cord, trying to soothe what looked like a sprained ankle without hurting it worse. And it looked like she was hurting it worse. Unable to tolerate the depressing sight any longer, Washu cleared her throat loudly.
Jumping, Mihoshi turned and said, "I...I'm sorry, Washu...I got lost and I, and I...Tripped." She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes in an attempt to regain her composure. And to Washu's expectations, she only ended up tearing up more.
"...Oh, give me a break." Washu quickly took out a tube she had brought with her just in case on the investigation, kneeling down beside Mihoshi's injured ankle. Igoring Mihoshi's squeak of fear, Washu cranked out some kind of pale blue-green medicine and proceeded to apply it to the ankle. Mihoshi squinted her eyes in expectation of the pain, but soon opened her eyes as she felt a cool, soothing sensation spread. Getting back up, Washu capped the medicine and put it back in her pocket.
Mihoshi started to tear up again, saying, "Th...Thank you, Washu...I'm...I'm sorry...Sorry that...Sorry that I..." She gulped, but couldn't spit it out. As Washu crossed her arms again, Mihoshi continued to struggle with her tied tongue, continually failing at finishing her statement.
"It's fine," Washu said in an attempt to end the crying. Noting Mihoshi's still-present tears, Washu said in a softer voice, "Really, it's okay...Now come with me." Kneeling down, Washu looped an arm around Mihoshi's back and hoisted her up. Like that, the two slowly made their way to one of Washu's consoles.
Tapping a few keys, Washu summoned up a seat for Mihoshi beside her own. As the blonde girl sat down, Washu flipped a couple of switches on the underside of the console, causing some kind of machines to flip out for herself and Mihoshi. Sitting down beside a confused Mihoshi, Washu pulled the Playstation 3 controller out completely. As Mihoshi gave a surprised look, Washu smiled to her in a challenging way.
"...I'd like to have an opponent in BlazBlue, for once. Now, you see this button with the square? That one's..."