[ Shu Amiguchi might be the most infuriating boy Ryoko has ever met.
She'd had the misfortune of coming across him during a battle with a kaiju. It'd been a surprise – she knows there are other Sentinels of course, she's not so arrogant as to assume she can save the entire world all by herself. But she has no desire to fight beside any of them. She has her own duties to fulfil and the others would be a distraction at best. She can fight by herself.
Which is why it's so– frustrating, to put it mildly, that she isn't being allowed to do just that. Fighting side by side in a single battle when they have no choice is just fine, but since that passing encounter Ryoko feels like she's seeing Amiguchi everywhere she goes. Any time she sets out to patrol for kaiju, he's there and no amount of cold passive aggression or outright sharpness has been able to dissuade him or turn him away. Not that it's stopped her from trying, of course.
It's a warm, sticky summer evening with the late day sun casting everything in oranges and reds. The low light bouncing off windows and glass makes her usual headache even worse and things aren't helped at all by the fact that she's being dogged by an even more persistent headache as she sets out. ]
You really can't take a hint, can you? [ Not that it's a hint at this point. ] How many times do I have to tell you I can handle things myself?
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She'd had the misfortune of coming across him during a battle with a kaiju. It'd been a surprise – she knows there are other Sentinels of course, she's not so arrogant as to assume she can save the entire world all by herself. But she has no desire to fight beside any of them. She has her own duties to fulfil and the others would be a distraction at best. She can fight by herself.
Which is why it's so– frustrating, to put it mildly, that she isn't being allowed to do just that. Fighting side by side in a single battle when they have no choice is just fine, but since that passing encounter Ryoko feels like she's seeing Amiguchi everywhere she goes. Any time she sets out to patrol for kaiju, he's there and no amount of cold passive aggression or outright sharpness has been able to dissuade him or turn him away. Not that it's stopped her from trying, of course.
It's a warm, sticky summer evening with the late day sun casting everything in oranges and reds. The low light bouncing off windows and glass makes her usual headache even worse and things aren't helped at all by the fact that she's being dogged by an even more persistent headache as she sets out. ]
You really can't take a hint, can you? [ Not that it's a hint at this point. ] How many times do I have to tell you I can handle things myself?