>>34282208
trip pls

She nods. “I'll hold you to that, Dec.”

“Cross my heart,” you murmer against the top of her head, and then kiss her hand. “I must be off,” you declare, and turn to go. “Victory to be won, glory to be earned, and a future to secure. Keep the laddie safe, aye?” She looks startled at the last.

“Ho-”

“I was trained to pay attention to things. You're two weeks late,” you say over your shoulder, and then slam the gasmask dangling over one shoulder onto your face, tightening the seals and activating the rebreather. You pat each pouch ón your vest, checking your magazines are still secure and haven't been knocked about or messed with by your love-making. They're good to go, so you bring your rifle ón its sling around to your front, and slip the selector switch from “Safe” to “Single.”

The gunfire is louder, now, and so, too, are the piteous wails of dying men ón both sides. You risk a glance back- she's still watching you, visibily crying now. You give her a cheerful wave, then turn back to your task. Once your front is out of sight, you cross yourself.

“I call out to you, my God,” you begin quietly, “because you give what we cannot get ourselves. Give me, my God, what remains. Give me what no one ever asks of you.” If there is a God, he's not watching. But the familiar prayer, recited before every jump, before every operation, is a familiar comfort, easing some of the churning tension in your gut and the pounding of your heart. You move on to an Act of Contrition- it's not confession, but there is no chaplain for Section Two.

“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee and I detest my sins above every other evil because they displease Thee, my God,” you trail off. Do you really detest your sins? You lived in sin with her, with her beautiful eyes and soft body and she made you a better man and a father-to-be and you never made an honest woman of her.

And then a bullet cracks past your ear into the wall, and you're hitting the hard floor before you even realize you're in another hallway, and there's a pile of Section One agents in front of you, with a lone Section Two man among, probably their ad hoc commander. Bullets whump into the bodies in front of you, and you lift your rifle in the second there's not shots and you begin firing, aiming calmly, moving from target to target, center mass, with controlled bursts.

You clear the hall with the last burst in your magazine, then eject it and slam another one home, working the charging handle with practiced ease. You force yourself off the ground and forward, listening to the chatter from the Bridge, set up to act as a command center for the security forces as well.

“Evas need to-”

“-can't secure-”

“-cond Child is-”

“-kari can't be-”

The situation is dim, but there's hope- the Second is being hidden in the lake in her Evangelion, and they're working on finding the Third. The First and the Commander are nowhere to be seen, though, and you suspect they might be dead already. Swallowing back your fear, you force yourself into a run, heading for where they last saw Shinji, somewhere in the motor pool.

And then something heavy slams into your side, knocking you down. You try to rise, but your arm isn't working for some reason, so you roll over onto your back and bring your rifle up, to face the group of JSSDF soldiers moving into your vision. You begin firing and manage to take a few out, but one takes aim at your face, and a loud darkness is all you know.

(3/4, woops)

God Dammit Tang, almost missed because lost trips and going to bed.

When your eyes open, again, you're on a couch with a weight on your chest. You look down, and you see Mari sprawled across you. You blink, and then she's Rei, then Asuka, then the Chief Scientist, Dr. Ritsuko.

And then you force yourself awake as something clinks in the kitchen below you, and you think and there is action- your hand is filled with the comforting grip of your handgun. You take a breath, and stand.

[]Problems with your head aside, you need to scope out the kitchen.
[]What's going on down there?
[]Write-in.

>>34282318
>[]Problems with your head aside, you need to scope out the kitchen.
>Mari trying to make breakfast
>Failing adorkably

>>34282318
>[x]Problems with your head aside, you need to scope out the kitchen.
We may need to assist with breakfast

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>>34282318
>[]Problems with your head aside, you need to scope out the kitchen.

>>34282318
>[x]Problems with your head aside, you need to scope out the kitchen.

>>34282318
[x]Problems with your head aside, you need to scope out the kitchen.

>>34282318
>Write in
Snuggle with Mari

>>34282446
>That toast
>Those tiny tomatoes
>Those disgusting looking beans

Eeeyurgh, no ta.

>>34282839
I wish we could anon

>>34282839
you can't snuggle a hallucination anon

also, has Dec ever even talked to Ritsuko in quest?

I just binged the archive yesterday and I don't recall her appearance once.

>>34282929
>Tfw you can't snuggle with Lily
Sadfrog.jpg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yag41F7eCLU

The theme song of Declan
You know it to be true

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Your issues aside, there's someone in the kitchen. Pulling on a shirt, you pad down the stairs silently into the living room. The kids are all still where you left them last night, save for Rei- Rei's lain down on her side and is sleeping soundly. Asuka and Mari are sleeping better than Shinji, though, who's moaning in his sleep. Checking your watch, you see you got more sleep than usual- it's almost six in the morning. Shitty nightmares of a time gone and sleep, or sleeplessness? You know which you prefer.

Laying a hand on Shinji's forehead, you kneel beside him. “Hush now, laddie,” you whisper quietly. “I'm here. You're safe now, laddie.” He quiets at your touch, and you glance at Asuka, sprawled next to him. You brush a strand of hair off her face, and then move on, stepping carefully over Rei and Mari.

The light in the kitchen isn't on, but you can see the shape clearly. That rear, the shorts, the shirt- it's Misato.

“Captain,” you greet quietly, and lay your handgun on the counter. She looks at you, and then grins ruefully.

“I thought I'd try to make breakfast for the kids and you guys,” she explains as quietly as you. The dream is still with you- you can feel her pressed between your chest and a wall as you take her, and the urge to go to her and touch her is strong, but you stifle it.

“I think you're failing,” you say dryly instead. She glances at the mess the kitchen is in, and then back at you, and she smiles.

“Think you could do any better?”

“Maybe,” you say. “I'll probably wind up cooking something simple, like bannocks and sausage.”

“Sounds good,” Misato admits.

[]”I... Had a dream, last night.”
[]”I'll get started, then.”
[]Write-in.

>>34283168
>[]”I... Had a dream, last night.”

>>34283168
[]”I'll get started, then.”
No don't do it guys

>>34283168
[]”I'll get started, then.”

>>34283168
>[]”I'll get started, then.”

>>34283168
>[x]”I'll get started, then.”
>[x] talk about maybe bringing the Children to the range, group activities they can do later in the day

>>34283168
>[x]”I'll get started, then.”

>>34283168
>[x]”I... Had a dream, last night.”

>>34283236
This

>>34283236
>[x]”I'll get started, then.”

Dis, they need to learn just in case of a HIGHLY UNLIKELY attack against them.

>>34283236
[x] this

gotta know your way around a regular gun or the jssdf is gonna rek the place in EoE

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>>34282992
We could... But I'm not sure how enjoyable that would be.

>>34283658
>All those bodies are past Declans.

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“If you get the sausage out so it can thaw, I'll start the bannocks,” you tell her. She moves to the refrigerator while you move about various cabinets, collecting what you need. First is a bowl and flour. In the true tradition of Celtic cooking, you don't measure it. You know you're cooking for ten people, so you add quite lot of flour to the otherwise empty bowl. Next is baking powder- you add a fistful of that, and then, since this is breakfast, you add a fistful of sugar.

“I've been meaning to talk to you,” you say, and then you make a well in the middle of the dry ingredients. You dump in what you guess is the necessary amount of water, then begin mixing it with a fork.

“About what?” Misato queries from the stovetop. You add about half a cup of lard to the dough, and continue mixing. Once the liquid is incorporated, you switch to kneading the dough with your hands. When that's finally done, you form four loaves and stick them in pans, and wipe your hands on a towel.

“The kids,” you say carefully as you stab holes in the top with the fork. Then you stick the pans with dough into the oven. You move to wash your hands while you look at her, and do your best to avoid the ring finger on her left hand, long and thin and elegant and there's an ache in your heart that shouldn't be there.

“Oh?” She makes a noise of inquiry.

“Yeah,” you say. “I think they need to learn to defend themselves.”

“Why? Mari and Asuka are trained in combatives and running away really fast, and if you and your men aren't enough to protect Shinji and Rei, we could add men to the neighboring houses.”

“No,” you cut that thought off. “My men and I are enough. But the added level of protection, from the kid themselves-”

(1/2)

“Absolutely not,” Misato tells you. “It's bad enough we force them to Pilot, and Mari and Asuka have to know how to kill with their hands- I'm not letting you turn Shinji into a killer of men.” The 'like you' is unstated, and you realize while you were earning your spurs in Liberia and South America, she was ensconced in college and then a desk job.

You don't hold it against her, though- how can you? Just two hours ago you were dreaming about making love to her while gunshots echoed in the distance, and that's still bleeding over.

[]”Yes ma'am.” Give her a salute.
[]”At least consider it, Misato.
[]Write-in

>>34283794
>[]”At least consider it, Misato.
>[]Write-in. "What if worst-case scenario happens and I'm dead? Or you?"

>>34283794
>[x]”At least consider it, Misato, please?

>>34283794
>[]”At least consider it, Misato.

>>34283794
>[x] "Alright, can you set the table and wake the kids up?"

>>34283794
[]”At least consider it, Misato.
Just the firing range. This could also translate well into their EVAs weaponry. If you know how to shoot normally then it must be simple to fire a four story handgun!

>>34284086
this, the training should work both ways.

>[x] "Alright, can you set the table and wake the kids up?"
Lets not have a big fight this early inna morning guys we can always bring it up later

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You close the distance and catch her shoulder as she's turning away. “Misato,” you say. “At least consider it. What will the kids do if I'm dead? I'm good,” you grin, “but I don't think even I can drag myself out of Hell.” She shakes your hand off her shoulder, and then glances away from you.

“How much longer on the- b-bannock, you said?” She stumbles over the unfamiliar word while trying to change the subject, and you're not grateful for it.

“About thirty minutes,” you respond shortly. One part of you- distant and growing dimmer, really, longs to hold her close and press her against a counter and kiss her. You note she's trying to act like last night never happened. Fine by you, you think petulantly. If she wants to send mixed signals, that's up to her.

The thirty minutes pass in tense silence, more because you don't know what you did the previous time to get past the shell she's projecting, than because you don't have anything to say.

“Can you set the table and wake the kids?” You try, and when Misato nods and leaves you to the kitchen, you finish the sausages- dumped in a skillet on the stove during the thirty minutes of silence. After you pull the bannocks from the oven, you cut them up and leave two on the counter in the kitchen for your men, and half the sausages. The rest you bring to the dining room, where Misato has taken one end of the table, with Shinji and Asuka at her corners, and Mari is sitting next to Shinji, across from Rei.

The silent message is clear- even though you're not married to Misato, you've assumed head of the house status because of your duty as protector, and you wonder who made the seating arrangements. All the kids are really too sleepy to be arguing with each other, save Rei. She's gazing at you as though she's never met you before.

[]Have someone switch with you. (Who?)
[]It's just seating arrangements, it's not like it matters.
[]Write-in.

>>34284391
>[x]It's just seating arrangements, it's not like it matters.

>>34284391
>[]It's just seating arrangements, it's not like it matters.

>All the kids are really too sleepy to be arguing with each other, save Rei. She's gazing at you as though she's never met you before.
She KNOWS.

>>34284482
It's been like that since we got back.

>>34284391
>[]It's just seating arrangements, it's not like it matters.

>>34284391

>[]its just seating arrangements, it's not like it matters
>[]Something on your mind Rei?

>>34284533
Has it? Guess it's the lack of sleep fucking with me. Might as well turn in early.

G'night & g'luck you lot.

>>34284482
Clearly she is developing a burgeoning hatred for the Irish subjects of the Queen. IRA spy

>>34284391

>It's far too early for Rei to have self destructed.
>And she has no clue about Lilith until Kaworu shows up.

What's Miss Ayanami playing at?

>>34284838
teen crush?

>

Seating arrangements- only useful when attending fancy dinners they're throwing you for refusing the Victoria Cross and only accepting the Conspicuous Gallantry Cross so they wouldn't knight you. You never wanted to be nobility. So you sit at the head of the table, and Asuka and Shinji turn to stare at you, while Rei never stopped, and Mari looks at the table.

“Bannocks,” she says. “I never took you for a dirty Scot, Declan.”

“Not today, Mari. Not today.” You shoot her a slow look, and she clams up, piling her plate with food. Mindful of Rei's vegetarianism, Misato provided her with a bowl of fruit, and you shoot her a grateful look.

“So what kind of bread is this?” Asuka asks, and you wonder why you can't drink alcohol for breakfast in front of children.

“Bannocks,” you say. “A bread from Scotland, commonly eaten by the damned dirty Scots.”

“Like you're any better,” Mari shoots. “You're Northern Irish. You Irish and the Scots are basically interchangeable- drunks, smelly, and mostly incomprehensible when your blood's up.”

You sink into the seat, and wish Mari wasn't so... quintessentially English. And then Rei speaks up.

“Agent Cryan. Are you feeling well?” You look at her, then at Misato- Misato is busy eating her food and drinking her breakfast beer and not looking in your direction..

“I'm fine. Why?”

“I... I do not know. I am sorry.” She lowers her head and begins to eat, and then you begin eating, too.

[]Try to draw Shinji into the conversation.
[]The kids don't have school- see who wants to do what.
[]Write-in.

>>34284878
>[]The kids don't have school- see who wants to do what.
Start with Shinji

>>34284878
>[]Try to draw Shinji into the conversation.
"Do I look sick guys?"

>>34284878
>[]Try to draw Shinji into the conversation.
Probably should thank Rei for her concern too.

>>34284878
>[]Try to draw Shinji into the conversation.

>>34284981
>>34285021
this

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kek

>>34285158
I had a giggle m8 nicely done

>

“Thank you for your concern, though. Shinji,” you address him, and for some reason you want to call him 'son', but you force it back. “Do I look sick?”

“Not at all,” he says. “Why?”

“Just wondering. People keep staring at me.” At this, Asuka averts her gaze. Is there some kind of secret you're not in on? “Anyway, you don't have school today. Anything you wanted to do?”

“Well, I need to do some homework,” he says. “I needed some new cello strings too,” he adds hopefully.

“Oh, can we go shopping, Dec?” Mari asks, and you glance upwards, begging God to deliver you from teenage girls going shopping. There is no such delivery, and you're left sitting eating as Asuka and Mari gleefully begin to discuss where they absolutely HAVE TO GO, their family enmity forgotten, for now.

“What the Hell,” you say. “Someone'll take you shopping, and someone'll take you to get your cello strings, Shinji.”

“How about I take Shinji and Rei?” Misato butts in, letting Mari and Asuka eye you like prey. “That way you can spend some bonding time with the girls. After all, you've known Shinji much longer than either of them.

[]”No thanks. I'll let one of my men take them shopping.”
[]”Or you could take them shopping, Misato. Spend some girl time together!”
[]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”
[]Write-in

>>34285326
>[]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”
We'll enjoy it if we have to even if it's just out of spite!

>>34285326
>[]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”

>>34285326
>[]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”
Woman's got a point, we need good rapport with all the kids.

>>34285326
>[]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”

was it a shared dream?

>>34285326
>[x]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”

>>34285326
>[x]”You know what? Sounds like it'll be great, I'll take them to get burgers and ice cream, too.”
>>34285415
Oh god.

>>34285415

They all want Dec's Dick.

>>34285326
>[]”Or you could take them shopping, Misato. Spend some girl time together!”
Oh shit, both girls are eyeing us. Fuck that.

>>34285326

>[]Or you could take them shopping Misato. Spend some girl time together.

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“You know what? Sounds like it'll be great. I'll take 'em to get burgers and ice cream, too.” That the only good burger place you know of is the Paddy's Lament and it's probably illegal for you to take two minors there is a matter of small concern- you're being forced into shopping.

“Be ready in an hour,” you warn the girls. “If you're not, I'm pulling out of that drive-way whether you're in the car or not.”

“We'll be there. C'mon, Fourth,” Asuka says. “We need to get ready. Shinji, can you take care of the dishes for us?”

“Y-yeah,” he nods. “It's not a problem.” Asuka and Mari finish their meals and then leave, giggling between the two in a way that leaves you feeling like a deer before the unhurried gaze of a wolf. You finish eating too, and then you help Shinji with the dishes. He's quiet, but then, he's always quiet.

“Declan,” he tries your first name, and glances at you. You're washing the dishes, while he dries and puts them away. “Declan, are you ever afraid?”

Oh god why would he ask this.

“I- S- Yes,” you finally say. You can't lie to him, not after killing him in co- “All the time," you push back the memories, silently cursing your subconscious for failing to keep them away.

"I'm afraid when I go into a fight, knowing I could die. I swallow it back, though, and fight anyways. I'm afraid when I'm getting ready to parachute out of a plane, knowing my 'chute could fail, I could hit the ground wrong. I'm afraid when you or the other kids are in danger, because it means either I can't fight what you're fighting, like I should be,” (like you need to) “Or I've messed up, and put you in danger because of it.”

“Fear's a natural human reaction. It tells you you're in danger, and you need to do something about it. Don't run away from fear,” you conclude. “Or pain- pain tells you you're still alive, and as long as you're alive, you can fight to stay that way.” He goes quiet again, like he's thinking about what you said, and then-

“Have you ever run away from a fight, before?”

[]”No, but I wanted to. God, I know I wanted to.”
[]”Yes.”
[]Write-in

>>34286240
>[]”No, but I wanted to. God, I know I wanted to.”

>>34286240
[x] Yes, and it didn't make anything better.

While running is uncharacteristic of Declan, there has to have been at least one time.

>>34286275
I like this.

>>34286240
[x] Yes, and it didn't make anything better.

>>34286240

>[]In the business we call it a "tactical retreat"

>>34286275
Dis.

>>34286240
[]”Yes.”
"Was only looking out for myself for a looooong stretch of time. Never felt more worthless in my life."

>>34286275
dis be gud.

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“You're old enough that I'm not going to bullshit you, Shinji. Yeah, I've run. I've cut and fled, turned tail and ran, whatever you want to call it. I did it, once. It didn't make anything better. The hospital we were supposed to be defending wound up overrun.” You cut off there. You're not going to tell him about the bridge and Kate. That's private.

“Point to all this is,” you say, as you rinse a cup out, “is that yeah, it's natural to want to run. But when you've got people depending on you, when you've got lives riding on whether or not you'll hold whatever line needs to be held- you can't cut and run. I learned that the hard way. I'm a better man for it, even as bitter a lesson as it was.”

You think that somehow, someway, your story might sound good on paper. 'Lone ex-soldier tries to protect kids he's taken as his own, sells soul to abomination, forces himself through endless suffering trying to provide a better future for said kids, is almost never happy.'

Christ, they could sell your story to that Lifetime channel in Yank-land and make a pile of money off it. Swallowing, you take one hand out of the dishwater long enough to pat Shinji on the back.

“Anyway, don't get too caught up in thinking about fear and how to beat it. You did pretty good with the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Angels, from what I've seen.”

“But I was scared!” He tells you, and you fight the urge to sigh.

(1/2)

“So? You know what, man? I was scared yesterday, even with fighting men I was in all probability better than. Because they outnumbered me. Because they could have gotten to you kids. Because I fucked up, Shinji, and I may not have had the chance to fix it.”

“But you didn't,” he says.

“Because I got lucky, once- I was faster on the trigger. I haven't always been lucky, you know. I've got the scars to prove it. I won't always be lucky, and when one man comes along and his luck is better than mine, there won't be a me anymore. You'll be watching them put me six feet in the ground, bagpipes playing, Union Jack on my pine box.”

“W-what?! You can't die!” He sounds panicked, and you look at him sadly.

“I can, Shinji. I'm just a man.

[]”Seriously, son, you gotta stop worrying about it. You just Pilot the Evangelion, I'll take care of keeping you alive.”
[]”All this self-inspection is bad for you, lad. Go get cleaned up, you don't want to make Misato wait on you.”
[]Write-in

>>34286818
>”Seriously, son, you gotta stop worrying about it. You just Pilot the Evangelion, I'll take care of keeping you alive.”
You've got enough to deal with as it is, you don't need my problems added to the list.

>>34286818
>[]”Seriously, son, you gotta stop worrying about it. You just Pilot the Evangelion, I'll take care of keeping you alive.”
>Write-in. "I'll do everything in my power to be there for you and whoever else needs me, got it? Takes a lot to put me down." Grin.

[x] >>34286891

>>34286818
"...But I ain't dead yet. Don't worry, Shinji, I've got your back. And when you're piloting the Evangelion, you've got mine.
[x]”All this self-inspection is bad for you, lad. Go get cleaned up, you don't want to make Misato wait on you.”

>>34286916
>>34286891
either is gud.

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>>34286818
>[]”All this self-inspection is bad for you, lad. Go get cleaned up, you don't want to make Misato wait on you.”

You're over thinking this man.Your situation is stressful enough already,don't add any more weight to your shoulders."

and Lifetime only shows movies where women getting beaten and raped. They find it empowering or something.

>>34286751
Too lewd.
more please

>>34287021
>and Lifetime only shows movies where women getting beaten and raped. They find it empowering or something.
Lifetime™. Television for Sadists©.

>>34287021
Damn dude.

Every one of these is now headcanon for me.

>>34282262
>“I was trained to pay attention to things. You're two weeks late,”

... Oh shit. Wow, that's... RIP Dec.

>>34287164
Good thing it was a dream.

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>>34287206
Or was it?

>>34286818
[x] Anyone can die. But both of us are in a position where we can prevent others from being killed. That's about as much thinking as this warrants, I reckon. At the end of the day, we gotta do what we gotta do.

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>>34287161
I'm literally just copying, pasting and cropping in MS paint.

>>34287307
how obscene.

>>34287321
And yet, incredibly accurate.

>>34287307
So, doesn't mean they didn't happen. Actually, given how many times we've apparently done this, they probably did.

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“Seriously, son,”- you wonder why you called him son is it bleed through fucking Lily or is it actual fatherly feelings? He's certainly a son one could be proud of- three Angel kills to his name, alone? “You gotta stop worry about it. You just pilot the Evangelion, I'll take care of keeping you alive. I'll do everything in my power to be there for you and whoever else needs me, got it? Takes a lot to put me down,” you tell him with a grin. Ruffling his hair, you send him on his way.

Finishing the dishes, you leave the last few out to air dry, and head upstairs, to get showered and into semi-professional clothes- in this case, jeans and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone. No tie, for once, thank God.

Your handgun goes on the back of your waistband, underneath the shirt, and you make sure you've got both spares, in addition to spare magazines. That taken care of, you descend down the stairs to find Asuka in a yellow sundress, with Mari in a t-shirt and jeans. Misato and Shinji are still getting ready, so you give your orders to the team that'll be following you and the two girls.

“Keep close- don't print your handguns, but I swear to Christ if I fucking get shot again-”

“Won't happen,” they reassure you. You sigh and head for the car, girls following.

“Who gets passenger seat?”

“Certainly not you, you catty bi-”

“ENOUGH,” you tell them. “I'm taking you shopping, but I'm sure as shit not going to listen to this all day. I'll decide who gets passenger seat, not you.”

[]Asuka
[]Mari
[]Neither
[]MAKE THEM SHARE IT.

>>34287391
>[x]Neither

>>34287391
>[x]Neither

>>34287391
>[]MAKE THEM SHARE IT.
THE COMEDY DEMANDS IT.

>>34287391
>MAKE THEM SHARE IT.
It's a team-building exercise! And also hilarious, but mostly that first thing!

>>34287391
>[x]Neither

>>34287391
>[]MAKE THEM SHARE IT.
Dohoho.

[x] LET THE GODS DECIDE (Coin Flip)
Alternate from there.

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>>34287391
>[]Neither

"The front is for adults and neither one of you is acting like one."

this pic is the worst one yet imo

>>34287391
>MAKE THEM SHARE IT.
This will be both awful and hilarious. Why the hell not?

>>34287391
>[]MAKE THEM SHARE IT.
This is a terrible idea, we can't not do it!

>>34287391
>[]Asuka
On the way
>[]Mari
On the way back

>>34287391
>[]Neither

>>34287391
>[]Neither

>>34287391
>[]Neither

>>34287391

>[]MAKE THEM SHARE IT!

>>34287391
>Neither
>"I have half a mind to make you two share the dam thing"

>>34287391
>[x]Neither

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“Front seat is supposed to be for adults,” you tell them with one eyebrow arched. Then you slip your sunglasses on. “Neither of you are acting like it. Adults would talk it out and compromise, instead of calling each other 'catty bitch'. So fucking compromise.”

Both of them look at you like you're speaking Irish- which you don't think you know. You try to dredge some up, but all you've got are endearments to whisper to girlfriends. Where did those come from? Huh.

“We could share it-”

“No that's disgusting I'm not sharing with you, you're British-”

“So? You're a filthy Hun-”

“I am not! I'm a Ger-”

“EXACTLY, you stupi-”

“Girls,” you interrupt. “You're not compromising. You've got thirty seconds.” For emphasis, you look at your watch, and begin counting down. “Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.”

“You can have it first,” Mari tells Asuka, hurriedly, and gets in the seat behind the driver's.

“Clever girls,” you say approvingly, and move around the car to get in while Asuka folds herself into the passenger seat.

[]Let them decide where to go first.
[]Take them to a bookstore.
[]Write-in.

>>34287688
>[]Take them to a bookstore.

>>34287688
>[]Let them decide where to go first.
Its their day off

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>>34287688
>[]Let them decide where to go first.

you can rest from carry their mountain of shit at the bookstore. It will practically be sleep

>>34287688
>[]Let them decide where to go first.
They're smart so hopefully they won't have to be reminded about compromise AGAIN.

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>>34287727
Oi, lad. The quality of yer text is like some of me bad doujins!

>>34287688
>[x]Let them decide where to go first.

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>>34287801
>Oi, lad. The quality of yer text is like most of me matches!

FTFY and I thought I'd try a little something different. Wasn't happy with it

Sauce
http://exhentai.org/g/730156/f0bdc430bf/

>

“Where to first, ladies?” You ask. They glance at each other, and then at you, then back each other again.

“Well, in the spirit of compromise-” Mari begins.

“And since I got to ride up front first-” Asuka adds

“How about I pick?” Mari asks, and Asuka nods.

“Fine,” you say. “But then Asuka gets to pick where to go next.”

“Sounds good to me,” they both say. Then Mari glances at you slyly, and you want to sigh.

“How about lingerie? I'm sure since Declan is so mature and adult, he wouldn't mind helping us, like an older brother, you know?”

“Oooh,” Asuka says. “That's a good idea. I've never had an older brother.” On one hand, you could put your foot down. On the other, this might turn out to be hilarious as girls with no experience whatsoever try to mess with your head. That said, you could go for a third option, and dump them in the city somewhere, go for a smoke and a drink, and then find them again. Those tracking devices in all the kids' shoes come in handy. (You wouldn't really do that, would you?)

[]Put your foot down. Make 'em find somewhere else.
[]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.
[]Write-in.

AND OH SHIT I HAVE CLASS EARLIER THAN I THOUGHT AND IT'S LATER THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS

We'll pick this up Friday come Hell or high water, from where this vote leaves us. My bad, guys.

>>34288039
>[x]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.

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>>34288039
>[x]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.
Declan's face when

>>34288039
>They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.
Ha, they think they can play in the big leagues. Let's show them just how small-time they really are!

>>34288039
>[]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.

>>34288039
>[X]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.

All of my yes.

>>34288039
>[]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.

"Do they even sell children's underwear in those kinds of places?"

>>34288039

>[]They wanna mess with you? You can't be messed with. You are an Agent.

One word boys. Speedo.

>>34288072
>>34288080
>>34288091
>>34288094
>>34288097
>>34288101
VOTE CONFIRMED SEE YOU NEXT FRIDAY

>>34288121
Well not next Friday this Friday. Time'll be on the Twitter, see you then, thanks for running, etc.

>>34288118
I think that might be taking it a little too fa- OH WHO AM I KIDDING LET'S GET IT ON

>>34288121
>>34288134
Thanks for running, pick up some eggs on your way home, g'night, yadda yadda yadda.

>>34288134
Later, tang. Should be interesting to see what happens; love to see the crazy dream sequences.

>>34288121
Thanks for running, tangfag!