[ Strawberry ice cream with fruit bits. An excellent addition. Maybe he should loot Aki's points card and see if they can get some of this stuff for cheap…
But first. ]
hah? why would he?
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youre more cutesy. like uhhhh a bunny or something
[It's not a good day when he hears about something Denji has done from a teacher's gossip instead of another student's. Usually someone will tip him off if he's making a mess of something or getting into fights and Aki can step in before it gets too bad. But this time... This time, it's something that's already occurred, is far more lasting, and far more deserving of a long-term punishment. The main question is, how hard does Aki push without fully crushing him under the weight of his judgment?]
[He was never good at deciding how much pressure is too much.]
I heard you got a 13 out of 100 on your math midterm.
Tell me how you're going to improve your study habits before finals or I'll feed you nothing but bell peppers until you graduate.
[Which may as well be forever, at the rate Denji is going.]
[ The premise of their assignment was like this: Guard the rising idol, Emi-chan, and investigate her recent stalking case. More unique from their usual, but the orders were simple and clear enough. Usually this wouldn't fall under Public Safety's purview, the matter typically left to a partnership between the celebrity's own private security agency and the police, but after the young woman narrowly escaped an attack after rehearsal one evening for her upcoming concert, the crime scene gave them reason to believe a fiend was involved. And, being the daughter of a well-known Diet representative, some special allowances were naturally provided.
Once Makima briefed them, Denji could barely contain her excitement, because — wow! A real-life famous person! Maybe she could give her free stuff and tips on how to walk in heels, or something. But she soon realized…
Emi-chan, the idol, was cute and delicate for the cameras, sweet and caring to her fans.
Emiri, the person, was driven, excellently media-trained, and scary serious about shaking off the tabloid focus on her after the incident, especially with talk show hosts and journalists alike beginning to dig up her past work history as a glamour model. She — not her manager, not her father — impressed upon them from the first day that this thing needed to be resolved quickly and with as little spectacle as possible. When Denji asked for an autograph, it'd earned her a sharp smile and a promise that a special gift was definitely in cards if they made sure her fan-turned-fiend died on their knees. Again, scary serious.
So they put their noses to the grindstone, or at least Aki did, and worked, disrupting another attack on the idol in time and sniffing out that her stalker planned to strike again the first night of her tour. Of course, security personnel was packed all over the complex, but somehow they'd managed to slither their way in through the crowds of concertgoers and vault onto the stage during the opening track. Instruments, LED lights, sound equipment, all of it tore ear-splitting notes of cacophony through the air. From the moment she and Aki stepped in to when the fiend finally dropped dead, bloodied and legs lopped at their knees, slumped in a slop of their own fats and acids, the audience seemed to eat the show right up, ignoring yells to evacuate the area.
Afterwards, when they were back in Emi-chan's dressing room, making a pit stop to nurse the worst of their wounds, her stilettos clacked across the red-tracked floor in a hurry to personally thank them before she would have to be ushered out to provide a statement to the news outlets. Denji, tattered from the head-to-toe and slurping from a blood pack poked through with a bendy straw, interjected immediately with, "Hey! Where's my special gift?!"
To which Emi-chan paused at the door frame, chuckled into a fist, and swung around to peck them both on the cheek. Leaving behind a smear of lipstick on opposite sides of Denji and Aki's faces. Instantly, heat splashes her face and drums inside her skull, the pressure of Denji's embarrassment threatening to create a spout at the top of her head. "Take whatever you want from in here~ ♥ Consider that my gift. You, too, Miss Hayakawa."
Which explains how Denji winds up shoving an entire bottle of perfume into her pocket and hefting a mysterious garment bag in with her into the bureau. They're there to finish writing up their report, much to her chagrin. Sitting hunched over at Aki's desk, because she technically doesn't have her own being part-devil, she scratches her scalp with the eraser end of her pencil. Her lips purse. ]
So do I have 'ta include in my report that another girl made out with us? I really don't want Makima to find out…
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[ Strawberry ice cream with fruit bits. An excellent addition. Maybe he should loot Aki's points card and see if they can get some of this stuff for cheap…
But first. ]
hah? why would he?
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youre more cutesy. like uhhhh a bunny or something
[ Denji, what are you saying… Angel has wings. ]
or a penguin
[ Not those kinds of wings. ]
so i bet hed be way into it if it were you
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[It's not a good day when he hears about something Denji has done from a teacher's gossip instead of another student's. Usually someone will tip him off if he's making a mess of something or getting into fights and Aki can step in before it gets too bad. But this time... This time, it's something that's already occurred, is far more lasting, and far more deserving of a long-term punishment. The main question is, how hard does Aki push without fully crushing him under the weight of his judgment?]
[He was never good at deciding how much pressure is too much.]
I heard you got a 13 out of 100 on your math midterm.
Tell me how you're going to improve your study habits before finals or I'll feed you nothing but bell peppers until you graduate.
[Which may as well be forever, at the rate Denji is going.]
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Once Makima briefed them, Denji could barely contain her excitement, because — wow! A real-life famous person! Maybe she could give her free stuff and tips on how to walk in heels, or something. But she soon realized…
Emi-chan, the idol, was cute and delicate for the cameras, sweet and caring to her fans.
Emiri, the person, was driven, excellently media-trained, and scary serious about shaking off the tabloid focus on her after the incident, especially with talk show hosts and journalists alike beginning to dig up her past work history as a glamour model. She — not her manager, not her father — impressed upon them from the first day that this thing needed to be resolved quickly and with as little spectacle as possible. When Denji asked for an autograph, it'd earned her a sharp smile and a promise that a special gift was definitely in cards if they made sure her fan-turned-fiend died on their knees. Again, scary serious.
So they put their noses to the grindstone, or at least Aki did, and worked, disrupting another attack on the idol in time and sniffing out that her stalker planned to strike again the first night of her tour. Of course, security personnel was packed all over the complex, but somehow they'd managed to slither their way in through the crowds of concertgoers and vault onto the stage during the opening track. Instruments, LED lights, sound equipment, all of it tore ear-splitting notes of cacophony through the air. From the moment she and Aki stepped in to when the fiend finally dropped dead, bloodied and legs lopped at their knees, slumped in a slop of their own fats and acids, the audience seemed to eat the show right up, ignoring yells to evacuate the area.
Afterwards, when they were back in Emi-chan's dressing room, making a pit stop to nurse the worst of their wounds, her stilettos clacked across the red-tracked floor in a hurry to personally thank them before she would have to be ushered out to provide a statement to the news outlets. Denji, tattered from the head-to-toe and slurping from a blood pack poked through with a bendy straw, interjected immediately with, "Hey! Where's my special gift?!"
To which Emi-chan paused at the door frame, chuckled into a fist, and swung around to peck them both on the cheek. Leaving behind a smear of lipstick on opposite sides of Denji and Aki's faces. Instantly, heat splashes her face and drums inside her skull, the pressure of Denji's embarrassment threatening to create a spout at the top of her head. "Take whatever you want from in here~ ♥ Consider that my gift. You, too, Miss Hayakawa."
Which explains how Denji winds up shoving an entire bottle of perfume into her pocket and hefting a mysterious garment bag in with her into the bureau. They're there to finish writing up their report, much to her chagrin. Sitting hunched over at Aki's desk, because she technically doesn't have her own being part-devil, she scratches her scalp with the eraser end of her pencil. Her lips purse. ]
So do I have 'ta include in my report that another girl made out with us? I really don't want Makima to find out…
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