Ah— yes. Okay. O— okay...
[ He's holding her purse and letting her drag him along. Satou hardly looked like a hero and more like a depressed manager or something. But even still he'd wait for her. ]
Yes, carry my purse.
[Pushing her tiny useless purse into his hands.]
We need to go downstairs, you should have gone to the meeting room 40 minutes ago but we were here doing all this back and forth, come on.
[Dragging the poor man again.]
" N— no sir— !! I didn't say that ! "
His eyes returned to his feet, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of his costume.
" It's just .. the hospital wouldn't have a supply suitable for human consumption .... is all .... "
You are a strange sad little man and you have my pity.
[Stopping, guess she will stay]
You owe me for taking over for you, though, I expect you to take me out dancing and buy me four drinks at the minimum.
[It was the other way around but she’s not gonna hear about it.]
We unfortunately don't get to choose as heroes. If society needs you in the trenches, into the trenches you go.
[He's very pathetic, all teary-eyed. She blinks slowly. A cute crier, though, that's an advantage. PR will have a field day with him.]
Let go of me.