Mitsuru eyes pierced through Fuuka, then at Aigis, her mouth pressed into a thin line.
"Be that as it may, this is a serious issue, not just for us personally, but for the organization as well. I can not have anyone sleeping on the job."
She gave a another look to the researcher, before waving them off with a low 'get back to your station.' Turning back towards her three friends, Mitsuru's eyes scrutinized the situation, listening. The look was careful, and concerned, evaluating what was going on. When she spoke, that angerfilled tone was gone, replaced with a gentler one.
"Is that so, Iori?"
"...Uh."
His face was red again, and he glanced down. W-what the hell happened to him that he'd be friends with Mitsuru Kirijo of all people? How did that work out? Deciding that leaving her waiting would be a bad idea, he closed his eyes, trying to think back, to remember anything...
"I-I remember the start of the first day of ... second year, I think? But after that, it's all a blur..."
He opened one eye again, looking up at the towering red head with a sheepish expression.
"Were... w-were we really friends? C-cause I mean, you're kinda like... the idol of the school, y'know?"
Mitsuru's expression fell, and she released a deep sigh as Junpei quickly closed his eye again, preparing to be reprimanded. Instead, that gentle tone continued, though with a hint of frustration at the very edge.
"Yes, we are friends, Iori. And you have several more waiting to know what's happening to you. I take it if you can only remember the bare beginning of your second year, you do not remember what lead to us becoming friends, and all that's related to it."
She glanced over at Fuuka, now understanding her own expressions. It had taken some time to recognize it while they were in the dorm, but she could tell the young woman was near a breaking point. Unfortunately, Mitsuru realised she might have to put more stress on the girl.
"And because of that, unfortunately, we can't leave you unsupervised, even upon release from the hospital."
"W-wha?!"
Junpei started, eyes opened wide and staring at his... senpai? Supervisor? S-something?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Two
Date: 2013-05-18 07:05 am (UTC)"Be that as it may, this is a serious issue, not just for us personally, but for the organization as well. I can not have anyone sleeping on the job."
She gave a another look to the researcher, before waving them off with a low 'get back to your station.' Turning back towards her three friends, Mitsuru's eyes scrutinized the situation, listening. The look was careful, and concerned, evaluating what was going on. When she spoke, that angerfilled tone was gone, replaced with a gentler one.
"Is that so, Iori?"
"...Uh."
His face was red again, and he glanced down. W-what the hell happened to him that he'd be friends with Mitsuru Kirijo of all people? How did that work out? Deciding that leaving her waiting would be a bad idea, he closed his eyes, trying to think back, to remember anything...
"I-I remember the start of the first day of ... second year, I think? But after that, it's all a blur..."
He opened one eye again, looking up at the towering red head with a sheepish expression.
"Were... w-were we really friends? C-cause I mean, you're kinda like... the idol of the school, y'know?"
Mitsuru's expression fell, and she released a deep sigh as Junpei quickly closed his eye again, preparing to be reprimanded. Instead, that gentle tone continued, though with a hint of frustration at the very edge.
"Yes, we are friends, Iori. And you have several more waiting to know what's happening to you. I take it if you can only remember the bare beginning of your second year, you do not remember what lead to us becoming friends, and all that's related to it."
She glanced over at Fuuka, now understanding her own expressions. It had taken some time to recognize it while they were in the dorm, but she could tell the young woman was near a breaking point. Unfortunately, Mitsuru realised she might have to put more stress on the girl.
"And because of that, unfortunately, we can't leave you unsupervised, even upon release from the hospital."
"W-wha?!"
Junpei started, eyes opened wide and staring at his... senpai? Supervisor? S-something?
"W-what do you mean by that, Kirijo-senpai?"