[ This is so insulting? She whines, looking and feeling very offended at his blunt (and by her measure, cruel) description. Even so, she has little say in the matter of being man handled into the bench, with Gen's combined advantage in strength (even one armed) and in her increased weakness from her ailments.
It comes too easily to her, to fall back into this familiar rhythm - even if the circumstances are strange (stranger than ever, she'd argue), they're so strange, that she doesn't even know how to address the massive elephant in the room that the two of them, two relatively normal teens, have finally been irreversibly caught up in this cosmic war. The evidence on him is obvious, and jarring, but even Misa isn't stupid enough to ask about it - moreover, she genuinely and honestly doesn't want to upset him a second time like she has in the past. Not now, at least.
That's why she dragged him out here to begin with, thinking that based on that subdued acceptance he'd shown her, they could pretend for a little while that things were as they were before. She keeps that little slip up of his words in her back pocket, but doesn't act on it quite yet. ]
Why are you always assuming I'm gonna fall over and stuff? [ Never mind that she literally almost just fell over?? ] You've been saying that to me since the boat to Achamoth, you stupid jerk. And my leg still hurts, just for your information...
[ Though not seriously enough to cause her severe pain— she only brings up the fact to make him feel guilty for shoving her around. All woe-is-me like, she presses the heel of her palm into the meat of her left thigh, as if rubbing out a cramp. ]
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[ This is so insulting? She whines, looking and feeling very offended at his blunt (and by her measure, cruel) description. Even so, she has little say in the matter of being man handled into the bench, with Gen's combined advantage in strength (even one armed) and in her increased weakness from her ailments.
It comes too easily to her, to fall back into this familiar rhythm - even if the circumstances are strange (stranger than ever, she'd argue), they're so strange, that she doesn't even know how to address the massive elephant in the room that the two of them, two relatively normal teens, have finally been irreversibly caught up in this cosmic war. The evidence on him is obvious, and jarring, but even Misa isn't stupid enough to ask about it - moreover, she genuinely and honestly doesn't want to upset him a second time like she has in the past. Not now, at least.
That's why she dragged him out here to begin with, thinking that based on that subdued acceptance he'd shown her, they could pretend for a little while that things were as they were before. She keeps that little slip up of his words in her back pocket, but doesn't act on it quite yet. ]
Why are you always assuming I'm gonna fall over and stuff? [ Never mind that she literally almost just fell over?? ] You've been saying that to me since the boat to Achamoth, you stupid jerk. And my leg still hurts, just for your information...
[ Though not seriously enough to cause her severe pain— she only brings up the fact to make him feel guilty for shoving her around. All woe-is-me like, she presses the heel of her palm into the meat of her left thigh, as if rubbing out a cramp. ]