I'm sorry for the delay in updating this story. i have no excuse.
with that said, I do hope you at least enjoy this bit.
Mikoto's alone in a room, with her violin and the bow cleaning tools spread in a semi-circle on the long table she'd opted to use. She had been practicing for hours and what served as a break was seeing to her Violin's care.
She was about to clean her bow when she felt a very familiar bioelectricity homing for her direction. There was a soft 'shheek' of the door followed subsequently by a greeting.
It had come to Mikoto's realization that crush or not, Misaki's a freaking menace after her own soul.
"Miiisaka-san!" Misaki's melodic voice rang just beside her ear.
Mikoto knows what would happen, she freaking knows but she can't (doesn't want) to move. A body drapes itself over her back and Mikoto swears internally, she can't help her heightened senses. "Geh!"
Lately, whenever they are alone, Shokuhou's favorite activity is feeling Mikoto's back with her tits. Ehem! She means her breast, no, chest, erm, her front, the err, her anterior anatomy. Fuck. Why can't she be a normal person and sit beside her?
Her nerves are steadily spiking now, with Shokuhou behind her and looking over what was in her hands. The wood of her bow groaned as her grip turned knuckle white for a second. She forced a shrug to shake off the blonde but also to fake that she wasn't affected by her warmth.
It's not effective.
Shokuhou just wiggled back and even managed to get comfortable. Resting most of her weight on Mikoto who 'tsk' in pretend annoyance.
It's not actually bad. It's almost endearing. She's rather comfy and Mikoto found herself relaxing under.
She'll kill me though. She'll kill me through ventricular tachycardia one of these days and I swear she'd smile because she's freaking aware and this is damning .
"Gee, relax, I'm not planning on pranking you this week. It's Christmas season after all."
Mikoto paused for a moment, before pouring the cleaning solution on a cloth and rubbing it thoroughly on the bow.
"Good to know your Christmas season is composed entirely of a week."
Mikoto felt Shokuhou roll her eyes. Will she stop breathing in her ear?! This should be illegal. "That and I know the board is basically demanding me to 'perform' of some kind on that annual money flinging-party. Just like what they did to you. Poor you, by the way. Good thing I'm not as easily manipulated."
Ignoring the jab. Yes, she doesn't want to perform but she had a 'duty to uphold Misaka-san, for the glory of the school who raised you.' Petty nutjobs. This is animal abuse. "You, perform? What would you play?"
With all the seriousness of a politician, her friend answered in a flat voice.
"Maracas."
The image her brain had conjured had sent Mikoto howling in unexpected laughter, jostling the blonde who huffed playfully. "Laughed it up. I'll have you know that I'll get a full audience just by jiggling that."
I'm pretty sure that is not what they'll watch jiggling.
At the thought, Mikoto stops laughing, suddenly it's not so appealing anymore. She cleared her throat, trying to push down the sudden uncomfortable tightness in her chest.
"So, what instrument do you really play? I've never seen you near one. Ever."
Shokuhou stood, grabbed another stool and sat beside Mikoto. She felt the cold air rushed in as Shokuhou's body detached from her. She misses the warmth almost immediately so Mikoto tunes her violin while waiting patiently for the mental out to voice her thoughts. As it was, she was just staring at Mikoto fingers as she finished and playfully plucked experimentally at the strings. Playing it like she would a guitar.
"...I'm partial to string instruments…mostly the lute family"
That jerked Mikoto. She would have expected something classical like the piano. A piano would enhance her image very, very well. Shokuhou looks good with any instrument in her hands, really, but Mikoto figured her upbringing would point her to one as elegant as the piano.
Thought the idea of Shokuhou playing a … No way!
"A Guitar?"
The idea is warming from bizarre to bizarrely right. A guitar is easy, light and comfortably casual. Everything that Shokuhou isn't but the contrasting concepts seem to mesh beautifully.
"Yep"
Even before the p in yep could pop, Mikoto delicately uncurled Shokuhou's gloved fingers, tracing the knuckles gently, skimming her with feathered touches. Shokuhou had shivered lightly, she was trying to hide it but Mikoto did notice. Maybe she's ticklish.
Cute.
And pretty.
"I would have pegged you as a piano kid. You have long dainty fingers after all," here, she massages lightly each finger "–perfectly suited for one but the idea of a guitar in your arms sounds more and more appealing at the moment. That's impressive Shokuhou! Oh! Is that why your nails are clip short? I should have guessed! I wanna hear you play!"
Shokuhou was blushing and shifting. Cute. Mikoto found herself smiling fondly. Shokuhou is still bad at sincere compliments.
"...Maybe at another time. We–we don't have a guitar here, a-anyway." Shokuhou was right, of course. Mikoto had been practicing in a room full of half-bred statues after all. No one gave her the trouble of saying no to using the room so why not? At least the statues get to hear something after being mutilated by students.
"Yeah." then a shameless thought materializes. "I would like that as my Christmas present then. You." She gave Shokuhou's hand a single squeeze. "Play for me."
She was sure her expression was one of enthusiastic anticipation while Shokuhou's face is steadily getting redder by the minute. Aww, look at her getting shy!
Mikoto lets go of Shokuhou's hands in lieu of strumming her violin like a madman. To prove a point or just because of her sudden delight at the idea. Or maybe, she's trying to rein in her urge to pull the girl into her arms. She strummed her violin in time with every word she spoke. "Ooooor we could play together! Put that finger of yours to good use!"
The blonde put a steadying hand on hers while the other hid her expression. "Stop! Stop."
Mikoto stopped strumming and flashed the other girl a brilliant smile. The idea of seeing Shokuhou play the guitar for her thrilled Mikoto, stirring up the fire in her chest. A long forgotten passion, a sort of agitated excitement long gone had resurfaced. The prospect of playing an instrument together…hmm. It had been a long time since she had fun playing with someone.
"Christmas gift. Play me something. You can decide what piece you can fiddle. I won't mind!"
This time, the blonde is fully hidden in her arms. Groaning…suffering, in what? Success?
"Misaka-san," Shokuhou's voice got a little deeper. That's–that sounds very, very, pleasant. "You are an oblivious idiot! Just so you know." A pause. A glance to her right, an indication that she's thinking over it then Shokuhou's eyebrows twitched. Mikoto tittered because the electromaster knew there was a half melted face in that direction. "Very well, I shall…play you something. However, I can't guarantee it will be good. I haven't played in a while."
That's a yes.
Shokuhou gave her a stern stare but Mikoto couldn't care less. She's trembling in giddiness!
It was a good thing that she stopped mere inches from touching Shokuhou's flesh in her absent-mindedness to hug the girl. At that moment, Mikoto didn't care that her face was too close to her crush's. Consent is important, after all. Her request was already visible in her eye before she could utter the words.
Shokuhou understood the wordless request anyway and crossed the remaining (Miniscule) distance.
She was filled with warmth and softness and that flowery perfume.
The Christmas season never really creeps on you. You'd know 'tis the season to be jolly' just by the decorations and ambiance alone. All the blaring reds and greens,the whole merriness in the air and stupidly endearing smiles accompanied by a hop maybe a skip, a meaningful touch here and there, grandeur gestures of endearment for the families, a season where the world has an excuse to cheer up for all the shit it's been through for the last 11 months.
They're having a white Christmas this year and it's making the molecules in the air more love-oriented (if that is even a thing) than usual. Snow would tickle people's noses, children would try to lick snowflakes out of thin air and humans and animals making a spectacle on the streets as they slid themselves silly on the ice covered floor while their friends (and owners) try to film them instead of helping. It's all for a good laugh, of course.
Even though Academy City is almost a separate entity from Japan, it's not so different. You see most of the people out and about are couples.
Did Mikoto notice this? Absolutely.
Was she replacing every couple with her and Misaki's faces? Holding hands and all that? The debauchery of such an act!
.
.
.
….Maybe once or twice. Not every damn pair. She's not a pervert. What would reasonable Mikoto say?
"Good day Misaka-san!"
Mikoto was smiling as she turned to her right. Finding a friend. "Hey Junko-san."
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Together they walk towards a shop that's suspiciously full of kids. Both teenagers lined up appropriately and waited as they chatted.
"Do you have a gift for Misaki-san yet?"
"...No." In fact, aside from getting together to get a premium Gekota merch, one of the reasons Mikoto arranged for this little get together is to ask Junko what appropriate gift she should give Misaki. She had practically demanded a gift out of the girl. Even though Shokuhou (especially her) could say no, she had still acquiesced to Mikoto's request and that sort of thing never fails to make Mikoto feel special, empowered. Worthy.
"Then its official, we shall raid this city to the ground until we can find a suitable gift for my friend."
"Eh? Uhh..Okay. Thank you for your help!" infinitely better than just asking her what Shokuhou would like!
She had already bought Kuroko's and Uiharu's gifts. Saten is a little wacky so Mikoto is still on the run to find her a gift. Really, that girl, it depends on what she's currently into but the problem is, Mikoto didn't know what unmentionables Saten is into at the moment. Uiharu says Saten is preoccupied but even she didn't know what. None of them do.
Her gang hadn't hung out the moment December rolled around though. Kuroko and Uiharu had extra responsibilities with the peak season and their recently added new recruits so Mikoto didn't even attempt to pitch the idea. Well, she is pretty busy herself but she was just waiting for someone to do so. She'll make time, whenever that is.
She can't be sure for Kuroko though (and Uiharu by extension). Just watching Kuroko slump down on her bed and snoring the next is enough of a hint that things are not so smooth in her department.
Mikoto tried to help in small ways. Fetching her food and coffee during mornings and readying the bath for her, tidying the room by herself, and springing on spontaneous sweets once in a while. She visited the office a couple times too, just to show her support and some offered "civilian" (cakes) help. Her presence, however, only spurned a healthy (insane) competition between the new recruits.
"I need you to not visit the office for a while." Kuroko uttered as soon as she entered their room. 9 pm and exhausted. Mikoto, though confused, pointed at the bathroom and her best friend complied easily.
"Care to enlighten me why I'm banned?" Mikoto voiced as soon as Kuroko was out, hair wet, shoulders relaxed and a sheepish expression on her face. Plugging the hair blower, she motioned for the younger girl to sit in front of her.
For a while, the buzzing sound of the blower is the only auditory experience in the room.
"Konorii-senpai had enough of the squabbling and kinda made you a reward…?"
Gears turning, Mikoto turned the blower off and began to comb Kuroko's thick hair.
"Konorii-senpai kinda promised you to the recruits who scored the highest in the upcoming inspection. Soo yeah. Until then, you're banned."
Mikoto merely hummed. "So I am to entertain them when the time comes?"
"Of–of course," Kuroko panicked. "She'll compensate you properly. You just have to tell her what you want!" She was getting sleepy. Mikoto can tell "but we figured, it shouldn't be so hard. You just have to stand around and they'll be on cloud nine in no time."
Mikoto huffed playfully and pushed the teleporter to lie on her bed once her hair had been sufficiently dried. "I'll think about it."
"Okay! I'll tell her that!" a yawn "Thank you so much, Onee-sama." and she's out just like that. Mikoto tucked her in.
She feels more and more like a little sister nowadays.
The morning after that, Kuroko had left her a bag of biscuits to munch on well into the day,
With a note that says 'If you can find Saten, please find out what she's up to. I would like some hint of what gift to give her this Christmas. Uiharu can't find her again. The girl is getting worried. Let me know what happens!'
Mikoto remembers that being odd but brushed it off (cuz it happens with Saten often) and now that particular recalling of events made sense as she (Her wacko friend whose name is Saten 'AWOL-at-times' Ruiko) happened to pass by in front of her. Seemingly unaware that Mikoto is in the vicinity.
On her arm is a blonde that is vaguely familiar, talking a mile a minute about some species of salmon.
Mikoto hadn't called out, she watched them until they got far enough to take the decision out of her hands. Saten looked happy and engrossed. It was clear that they were having so much fun together. The blonde must have been a dear friend and it's not in Mikoto to pop that bubble.
She's not as AWOL as Kuroko and Uiharu thought. She must have been incredibly busy with this friend of hers.
Something is wiggling inside Mikoto's mind though. That blonde is suspiciously familiar. She doesn't want to bother them BUT, there's a big but, that blonde. That person feels like a warning herself.
"Misaka-san?"
She turned to her companion who was watching her watch her friend and that suspicious blonde. "Say, does that girl seem familiar to you?"
The taller girl tilted her head. "No. It would be helpful if I could see her face for certain but she is not familiar to me. Have you seen her face though?"
"No. All I have is her body type, voice and that blonde hair. But my gut is saying otherwise."
Junko giggled. "I remember a guy who spouts guts every second. But if it's any consolation, I think you should listen to your guts. It might help."
She met Gunha? Wonder how that happened?
"You sure?"
Junko nodded. "Yes, go ahead. I'll hold the fort while you're gone."
Mikoto took off immediately after nodding to her friend.
She tried to hone in on Saten's signature bioelectricity. Found it and started towards their direction but then another familiar signature stopped her.
"Onee-sama, onee-sama.'' one of her sisters appeared around an alley she happened to pass by. Mikoto blinked and turned back. "Are you busy?" her sister, 10032 asked. With her electroreception, she had started to get the differences in their bioelectricity so it's easy to identify who's who. Mikoto glanced from where Saten and her friend had gone then back to her cute clone. That issue can wait. Besides, she does not sense any danger on Saten (probably) so Mikoto lets the worry and suspicions pour out of her as she exhales. Her sisters might need something from her and they seldom ask her for anything.
"No. Ya need anything?"
"Misaka was about to find you. The sisters are having a small party this week, says Misaka as she hopes for a yes." There was a pause and Mikoto let her have a discussion with the other sisters. Deeply amused and touched that they wanted her to attend one. "Ah, Misaka forgets to ask. Onee-sama, would you like to–we–the sisters, were hoping you–can you come? Misaka asked, as she fidgets in place. Worried Onee-sama might say no."
Mikoto ruffles 10032's hair. "Send me a time and place. Of course, I'll be there."
A not quite smile graced her sister's lips. "Five days from now. 5pm. There will be other guests, onee-sama. Misaka informs as it is important that she knows so they can plan for a possible catfight between her and their guardian."
Mikoto grimaces at that. She and Accelerator had learned to behave in each other's spaces. They just have to ignore each other's presence. She noticed the tiny, if you squint, tiiiny smirk of her sister and Oh! This cheeky brat. Both of them could raze this city to the ground and yet she calls it a catfight.
"Ehem, Yeah, sure, thank you. How many of you will be there?"
"Four of us. The administrator and our guardian. We were inviting Kamijou Touma as well. You are free to invite your girlfriend, Misaka says, worrying if her onee-sama feels uncomfortable and will need a social buffer."
Mikoto narrowed her eyes, her posture stiff. Immensely amused at her little sister's cheek but almost afraid to ask. "...Who?"
"Misakas stationed in academy city saw you with another level 5, one of our benefactors too, dining and enjoying yourselves around academy city. Misaka 19090 saw you walking around the Seventh Mist just yesterday. It was a unanimous decision that using our computation power is unnecessary in determining that it is what it is, A date. Misaka teased her onee-sama but she really is glad that their progenitor chose an appropriate mate."
Mikoto flushed, the flat tone made it all the more embarrassing than necessary.
Einstein's saggy forehead! They hang out. So what? That's not a date! "How did you perceive us? Shokuhou masks our presence whenever we do that."
"Shokuhou-sama rearranges the biochemistry in the parietal lobe of the brain, where the common 5 senses of the humans are getting process. However, as we inherited some of your skill called the electroreception, we all can recognize your signature bioelectricity as it can be compared to a sun with it's brightness and power. Shokuhou-sama never counted for our sixth sense as people would say. Misaka explains rather proudly"
Mikoto clenched her teeth. "We are not dating however."
Her sister listened well, listened intently and shrugged. "Liar. Misaka vocalizes what the network had been echoing. It would seem Onee-sama is in denial, the network concluded" Misaka wanted to deck this brat. "It'll not be long until then, worry not Onee-sama. Our calculations cannot compute the possibility of another person better than her. Your mate of choice has the green light of the entire network. Misaka says as she prepares to escape in case Onee-sama tries to bonk her. "
She ran anyway.
Of course.
Mikoto went back to Junko, beet red. Defeated and so done with everyone.
"Misaka-san! Have you found out about that small blonde?" Mikoto shook her head. Junko hummed before blurting what she really wanted to ask. "I'm really sorry if I'm overstepping my bounds but, the thought wouldn't leave me and I just have to ask you this" Junko was now 2 rambunctious kids away from the seller. "Where are you taking out Misaki-san for christmas? Have you made a reservation from a restaurant yet? I could give you some of the places she frequents."
Mikoto banged her head to a lamppost.
"That blond christmas tree better not be hanging her branches around you while I'm gone, onee-sama!"
Three days before the Tokiwadai annual christmas party, Kuroko and Uiharu agreed to camp in the office to attack the hundreds of backlog paperwork they neglected to process lest Konori-senpai spits fire the next time any of them breathed.
"There's so many wrong things in that sentence."
"And a lot with a legit sense and I know it keeps happening despite my warnings! You have to be careful! She's dangerous to your health!"
"Like you wouldn't believe" but I couldn't stay away from her. Maybe I'm the christmas tree
"See! You get my point!"
Mikoto stared at her best friend, who was busy double checking her things to see if she had the things she needed for this exhausting and NOT-fun-at-all sleepover. And thought that maybe it was time to confess to her. She had been her most avid supporter despite her constant acts of sexual harrassment, she is the one person who trust her the most and hiding her feelings for a certain blonde (and subsequently trying to spend time with her) is undermining of that trust (level 5 matters are entirely different though) when somebody could easily know about it. She should know from the source.
"Kuroko, I have to tell you something…."
"I know"
"Huh? What? About What? What are you talking about? Are we even thinking the same thing?"
"Yes. I know you are trying to court that slimy blonde waffle."
Mikoto didn't say a word. She's just floored more than anything. "Waffle?"
"Which, honestly? I don't get…? Sure she's a beautiful specimen, but she's a lazy, vindictive, slimy, conniving, pompous-arrogant and manipulative dookie who thinks of herself as a god-given maiden for all to salivate over."
"Wow" Mikoto gave her friend a long look. She didn't know whether to be angry or amused. On one hand, it's all true; on the other, it's all true..to a certain degree. Her ire must have shown first because it was enough to make Kuroko sheepish at her outburst.
"Sorry." She looked properly chastised even though Mikoto said only a word. "I don't know Onee-sama. For all the people you could have fallen over, it had to be her. Especially when–when I …"
A phone rings. Kuroko's.
The younger girl heaves a sigh and picks it up.
"Yes, YES. No. I'm not forgetting anything? Oh? What flavor do you want? Hmm? Okay, okay. Be there in a minute."
"That was Uiharu, she and Konorii-senpaii said hi. I gotta go though. It seems I have some errands to do."
Kuroko smiled briefly before moving for the door.
Mikoto called her out before she could close the door "Kuroko….I know…and I'm sorry.."
Kuroko smiled sadly this time. "I see. Well, see you in the next few days!"
The door closed softly, fittingly.
They'll be okay. She saw it through Kuroko's eyes. They'll be okay.
[:::]
The door opened. Kuroko popped her head in again to deal a final blow.
"She's dramatic as hell. Think about all that unnecessary hair flipping she does."
Mikoto cackled.
"I'm giving this to you straight. Not that you are~" Mitori Kouzaku circled a finger to the whole of Misaki-chan's body, even underneath the table, and then she just eyeballed her for a few seconds. Dolly watched in suspense but she can't take it anymore! Mii-chan's taking too long to tell her! Dolly shoved her friend from Misaki-chan's line of sight and made a point to demand Misaki's eyes only on her despite Mitori's annoyed flapping.
This is the only time Misaki-chan can hang out with them this month as she is pretty busy at this time of the year so they arrange a small party just for the three of them. Mitorii is the only one with a bit of talent in the kitchen but she's a lazy bum so all of their food is take out.
Her taller friend merely raised an eyebrow at them both taking a moment to properly shoved a teriyaki in her mouth and chewing like she's not just watching two teenage girls about to have a smackdown in front of her food.
Dolly won the bout. "Misaki-chan!"
"..yes?" Misaki-chan patiently replied. Dipping another chicken in soy and eating them.
"Why didn't you tell me you're already girlfriends with Misaka-san?"
Dolly watched as Misaki-chan froze for a moment, then resumed chewing.
There are two ways in which Misaki-chan blushes. There's a process to it too. Dolly calls it the wham and the whoosh. Wham is usually when she gets flustered or embarrassed so quickly her cheeks flare red and her ears follow a minute after. The whoosh is more gradual. It's like the more you wait for the tsunami, the more chances it'll sweep you off. This is the one that is happening.
First, all of her cheeks got all painstakingly red as she continued to chew. She may be thinking what to say or how they had arrived at such a conclusion, or is there a way to divert such a topic…
Then her whole face gets pink with her ears all the more redder and it is just so adorable.
Her neck is next and Dolly can feel rather than imagine the fictitious steam on her head.
When she puts down her chopsticks, Dolly is pretty sure the area below her collar bone is a rose red. While Mii-chan beside her is smirking at Misaki-chan's state, Dolly can feel her pride and awe for some reason.
"Good riddance! At least you finally have grown a backbone" Mii-chan says. "So who asks who?"
"..."
"Wow, she's out of it."
The mere mention of her progenitor can bring this kind of reaction, of them being in a relationship…it makes her immensely giddy and happy for her friend.
"Have you kissed yet?! What about petting?! ohh! Ooh! A kiss with tongue! Have you done it yet?!" For every word she uttered, her face got closer and closer to Misaki-chan's, never mind that she's precariously balancing on their table. She doesn't care though, she had a response to listen to. Mii-chan cackled beside her but she paid it no mind.
"N–no. No! Hey–What–Petting?!" Misaki-chan glowered at Mii-chan then back at her. "Nooo. No. .not"
Misaki-chan looks up at the ceiling. It looks like she's praying or just exasperated with them but Dolly plowed through.
"So you haven't done it yet?"
One of Misaki-chan's eyebrows twitched.
"We are not"
"Not what? Muu~ Misaki-chan. You can tell us you know." Dolly pouted. "I mean, our dear informant spies on–hhmmbp?" a hand clamp hard on her mouth.
Dolly giggled sheepishly. Oh oops. Mii-chan said it was supposed to be a secret. Oops again.
"Mitorii." who continued to smile even in the mounting dark aura of their rich friend
"What. It's not my fault you walk around unprotected! Ow!"
"How did you even perceive us? I made sure none would have known! That's–" Misaki-chan paused and gave Mii-chan a piercing look. "Ah, cameras." she drawled. "I hate you."
Mii-chan shrugged, still massaging her forehead tenderly, where Misaki-chan had sent…something…but it stung Mii-chan. "So you are really dating, aren't you?"
"No!"
"Seems like it to me."
"Are we really going to have to have this conversation now?" Misaki-chan says, somewhat exasperated.
"Yes!" Both Dolly and Mii-chan replied.
Misaki-chan rolled her eyes. The 'wham' blush doing wonders on her countenance. She's so cute.
[:::]
"Truly? It's just a matter of time then!" Dolly jumps in place. The whole tale sounds so cute. Misaki-chan is the cutest in the world so it stands to reason her progenitor finds her cute. She really should just–"
"Hopefully she grows some balls and does the honors." Mii-chan comments.
Dolly raised an eyebrow at that but hey, same principle despite the crude wording. She nodded her head in agreement.
Hmm..
"Well, why can't Misaki-chan do it instead? More time efficient." She glanced at the both of them. Their food had been slowly disappearing but not in the way Dolly vanishes and she's itching to reach out and eat some of theirs. Also she thinks her suggestion is brilliant!
"So you can smooch her sooner! Our Misaki-chan can be thirsty sometimes too, ya know. Why not align all the variables? Hmmm? Would Mikoto-chan appreciate flowers? Oh! Oooh! Do something romantic like take her to a meadow full of flowers while you play her something soothing while a rainbow shows itself behind you. Call her pretty but not as pretty as you of course! You're the prettiest in the world after all! Express your love through your fingers and the guitar will do the rest! Smash it! Then roll around in the bed of flowers while waiting for the exact moment–the kissing moment–and go for the throat! Yeah! That could work!"
Silence reigned.
"...Or you could just take her to the beach?"
"..wh–"
"But of course rolling in the sand is a no-go. That would hurt both of you. Maybe you can find a dolphin and ride them together! You'll smell like fish but that's romantic!"
Wordlessly, Misaki-chan picked up her plate and deposited it in the sink. Mii-chan slurps some soup as she eyed her weirdly. What? Is it something she said?
She eyeballed Mii-chan until she gave in, though before she could even utter a word, Misaki-chan's phone vibrated.
The caller ID is 'Misaka-san'.
"Misaki-chan! Misaki-chan! Your future girlfriend is calling!"
The girl maneuvered around the table fast, grabbing the phone but not before Mii-chan had pressed the speaker button.
"Come with me–" Misaki-chan pressed the speaker button again. Dolly pouted but her girl friend just looked the other way. She pouted some more. Misaki-chan pointed her index finger at Mii-chan and she was stung again.
"Ow!"
Meanwhile Mii-chan's tombstone will present 'Expired from asphyxiation thru laughing. She's a true friend but karma worked overtime. Will always be Missed'
[:::]
"There are other people in this party right?" Dolly started once they had cleared the table and had gone to relax on the very large bean bag. She has positioned herself so that her head is on Misaki-chan's shoulder and half of her body is leaning in on the blonde. Mii-chan is on her other side but she's busy doing something on her phone. Best not bother her for the moment. She's also, she's sulking.
Misaki-chan never really mentions it but she loves cuddling. It was in the way she didn't protest when Dolly first started the activity, or the way she just adjusted herself (and Dolly) for better blood flow while cuddling.
"...Yes."
"Put a collar on her."
"What?!"
Why is Misaki-chan looking at her like that? Why is she blushing? Then she glared at Mii-chan who flinched. "Ack!"
"So you don't lose her, you dummy. Someone might attempt to woo her just because." Dolly blew a raspberry out of nowhere just because. "Well, I read from an encyclopedia of a few animals marking their mate with something from themselves. Whether it would be scent, their feces–wait, hear me out–, their gonads or eggs or themselves as snacks. Did you know that bonobos are quite promiscuous in regards to their sex life? That community is awesome as they are little to no jealousy and everyone is happy. Also the feces thing? Hippos do that! See? That's my face when I read it–and wait. Sorry. I'm getting off tangent. My point is that all are different and I just thought that because humans are animals too that we do that kind of behavior too. We give gifts, exchange perfumes, scent marking and stuff. Humans are visually oriented.
So I suggest you ask Mikoto-chan to accept a collar from you so everybody knows she's accounted for. You're one of the most amazing people on this earth, Misaki-chan and if Mikoto-chan manages to capture your affections, she must be plenty stellar too and she would be honored to have you as a mate. So fret not about her yes. Don't you think so?"
Silence reigned. Part 2.
"That was the weirdest pep talk I have ever heard." Mii-chan says, her phone limp on her lap "while moonlighting it as a marketing speech."
"...Hey!"
Misaki-chan giggled and it made Dolly so happy. "You know, you and Miko–Misaka-san…maybe it's in your genes or something. So innocent in the ways of the world…" she mutters in the air.
Back to the topic at hand. "So you'll collar her?"
This time, Mii-chan is the one that's giggling while Misaki-chan looked like she'll have a conniption.
Mii-chan twitched. "Ackh. Woman! Haven't you shocked me enough?!"
"No. Dolly. Collar is for…hmm…adults" Misaki-chan merely ignored their friend.
"Oh, that makes sense!" Dolly curled her hands into fist in the air. Adults are confusing as heck and collars are a symbol of subservience all throughout history and "We wouldn't want her to be subservient so early in the game now, would we?"
"Ow! Damn it woman! Stop hurting me! S'not even my fault! Why do you keep blaming me?!"
Misaki-chan closed her eyes, she was grumbling something and despite Dolly's proximity to the mental out, she can't quite identify the rapid-fire curses (was that curses?) from her mouth. "I can't ever predict your line of thought."
Even in death, Mii-chan is still laughing so now her tombstone slowly got buried on one side in time as her giggles vibrate the earth on a daily basis. 'Expired from asphyxiation thru laugh [next line] She's a true friend but karma worked. [next line] Will always be M'
end of the chap!
