"Eh? Oh, uh..." How to describe Mike without making him sound really sketchy...this was kind of a stretch. The plus side was that Shiina already trusted his judgment when it came to pretty much everything, so it wasn't like he needed to be particularly convincing.
Actually, he could probably be honest, and she would still put her faith in him. It was nice having someone around who actually took him at his word, now that he thought about it. It was nice having someone he knew, even if they only knew each other by a long, convoluted process that only irritated the hell out of him.
Anyway. Back to the point. Mike.
"...his name's Mike. I dunno, it's kinda hard to explain." Niikura grimaced as he usually did when he was being especially awkward. "Short, soldier-y type, y'know? Older, bit like a drill sergeant, that sort." He shrugged. "Mostly a guy that ya can't really hear about second-hand."
With luck, there would be no mutant turtle moments either, tonight; that would just ruin everything.
Actually, he could probably be honest, and she would still put her faith in him. It was nice having someone around who actually took him at his word, now that he thought about it. It was nice having someone he knew, even if they only knew each other by a long, convoluted process that only irritated the hell out of him.
Anyway. Back to the point. Mike.
"...his name's Mike. I dunno, it's kinda hard to explain." Niikura grimaced as he usually did when he was being especially awkward. "Short, soldier-y type, y'know? Older, bit like a drill sergeant, that sort." He shrugged. "Mostly a guy that ya can't really hear about second-hand."
With luck, there would be no mutant turtle moments either, tonight; that would just ruin everything.
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