You wrote:
you."
"I know," Ritsuko said, wiping her brow. "You should be glad I'm not
hitting on Kaji."
"You can have him," Misato muttered. "Besides, you don't have to hit
on him, he hits on you already."
"He hits on everyone, that's true," Ritsuko agreed, "but it's never
serious. You know that."
"How DO I know that? He hits on you, he hits on your mom, he hits on
Dr. Ikari -- Yui, I mean, don't get any funny ideas -- heck, he even hits
on my landlady."
Ritsuko smirked. "Yes, but whom does he share the bed with?"
"Oh, just shut up."
Nice dialogue between the two. Very day in the lifeish.
"Look, I'm sorry I got into trouble yesterday, all right?"
"No, you're not, now
not. Now
"So you don't have any business even being here!" Asuka shot.
"Hah! Well, if I'm going to be this way, there's nothing you can do,
huh?"
"I..." Asuka began, then stopped.
Shinji grinned at her and began laughing.
Shinji scares me. :)
"So go nag Asuka."
"I don't have to nag Asuka. She's already cleaning the classroom
with Shinji."
"See, they don't need my help. Besides, Shinji probably wouldn't
like me interrupting his pitch."
"Whether or not Asuka and Shinji can do the job without help is not
the point. You're supposed to be cleaning the classroom, and that's what
you're going to do!" Ibuki kicked Kensuke in the ribs.
Heh. Bit vicous here, eh?
Ibuki shrugged. "Let's just say I've singled you out today. Now get
to work."
Heheheh.
"And... and that's 'bout it, I guess."
"Oh, I don't think so, old man!" Gendo said, slapping Fuyutsuki on
the back.
"Ugh... Please don't. The world spins when you do... what you just
did."
"Oh, sorry." Gendo reminded himself just how low Kozo's tolerance
for liquor seemed to be. "So... how about that Naoko, huh? Still a hottie
after all these years."
Gendou scares me even worse than Shinji.
"Actually, she's been sucking up to me just to get closer to you all
this time."
Fuyutsuki blinked. "No... really?"
"Yes, really."
"Gendo?"
"Yes?"
"You're a damned liar."
Heh. Yep.
"I know she's your type, Gendo. Don't project your fantasies on me."
Gendo put on his best indignant face. "Fuyutsuki-sensei! I'm
shocked! You know I'm happily married to Yui already, and..." Gendo
stopped. Uh-oh, he thought, I mentioned Yui. Here it comes...
"There!" Fuyutsuki said, slamming his cup on the counter. "You
wanted to ask me what the matter was, THAT'S the matter! You took Yui away
>from me, you scumball!"
Hehehe. So they are predictible binges, I see.
"My good man, I assure you, that is absolutely not an problem,"
a problem,"
She marked the page she was reading and put the book down. She
entered the kitchen. "Brother," she began, "would you insist upon courting
a girl who obviously does not care for your affections?"
Shinji paused his stir-frying. "It depends. If I like the girl, and
this girl doesn't like me obviously,
me, obviously
Darn that Ibuki! What right did she have to push him around like
that?
Kensuke unrolled his sleeping bag and laid it on the tent floor. He
sighed as he took off his helmet and placed it on top of his folded
fatigues and pistol belt. She's class rep, that what
that's
"I see. Chairman Lorenz will not like this news."
"What about you? What can you tell me about SEELE?"
The contact looked around hesitantly, then began the report.
"Chairman Lorenz is currently pleased with the progress, and eagerly looks
forward to observing how the organization deals with the next wave of
crises. However, he believes that your commander is running his ship too
loose for comfort."
Kaji rubbed his chin. "Hmm. Anything else? Anything more...
interesting?"
"I'm going to kill you," the man said as he pulled a gun from out of the
inside lining of his jacket.
"Well, that's certainly more intersting," Kaji said as he held up his
hands.
Commander Ikari nodded. "Yes, that's true. But the timetable
dictated that Yui would be gone when the seminar took place."
Misato swallowed. "Our timetable is planned that far ahead?"
The commander smiled wryly, which reminded Misato of Kaji. Smug,
wry, almost cunning, just like Kaji's...
she resisted the urge to but a bullet in his head.
Nice work.
D.B. Sommer