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"You can come in," Rey replied laconically. "Goodbye."
The door slammed in my face. Well, let's say it didn't slam shut, but it closed neatly, but somehow it did...
I stood in front of the door for a while and went home, cursing to myself about the mysterious nature of the soul of clones with the soul of an Object A...
As soon as I entered the house, Hurricane Misato immediately hit me.
"Yeah!" She raised her index finger triumphantly. "I knew it! You've got a crush on her!"
"Oh, Misato, don't be ridiculous..." I yawned lazily, heading to my room.
Don't lie to your superior officer and your immediate commander, Second Lieutenant! Promise me that you will definitely invite me to your wedding!!! Under these cheerful screams, I closed the door to my room and flopped down on a thin mattress.
So, Vic, how do you assess the effectiveness of the attempt to establish contact with the Snow Maiden?
Hmm, rather positive... In general, it's too early to talk about anything definite — too little time has passed, Rey will have to be taken out of suspended animation, oh, how long...
Under my door, someone started humming an Americanized wedding march rather out of tune. And I know who it is...
"Misato, that's enough!"
"Rei Ikari... Why, it sounds!" The singing was replaced by a thin giggle.
"Misato, mind you, I have a pistol handy and two full clips for it... Don't drive me to sin, or I won't be able to resist..."
The giggling turned into outright laughter.
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