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Jeez, you really wanna fight, huh? So harsh! “I don’t care about your stupid head!” is the beautiful response shot back at the redhead, and then like any mature, responsible adult would do, she sticks her tongue out at her. “Bleh!”

"And if you think anything you’re doing is polite, then you clearly don’t know the meaning of the word!!” Seriously, she started this conversation off with calling Rin annoying — being polite is obviously a skill Asuka lacks. And grateful? Pshhhh, who did this girl think she was? “Hey, don’t act like talking to me is a waste of your time — that’s rude! And not polite! See? That was an example!!!!”

How do people in shoujo mangas deal with this. Rin would be exhausted, if she had the ability to try and pick her battles; too bad she’s too headstrong and stubborn to give up when even remotely challenged.

Well, at least she’s good at cooling down, too, though?

asuka was not impressed, an incredulous look crossing her face as she replied smoothly, ❝ sure, sure. ❞ it's not like she was going to believe the blonde's words, even if they were true.

❝ do you always talk this much? where's the off button? i've had enough now. ❞ the girl was plenty capable of being polite when she wanted to, in fact, it was scary how easily she could switch into a sweet, polite version of herself. it was a game she'd been playing for a long time; it was obvious she wouldn't be able to come as far as she had if she was constantly a hot head. unfortunately, it was who she was ––– though that didn't mean she didn't know when to pick her fights! but the immunity only lay with the few who were higher up than her... oops!

❝ but it is a waste of my time. ❞ she remarked dryly.

❝ jeez, you really are an I D I O T. weren't you listening when satan-bear told you about the whole memory erasure thing? i'm sure there's plenty i've forgotten –– though, i guess i wouldn't know about that, would i? ❞ the question wasn't even one of realisation, or a real question at all; more like another sneer from the pilot.

It was such a chore to use any of the public services, since he doubted hygiene was a common trend considering how dirty some of his fellow residents appeared. He took so many precautions to spare him to horror of catching some virus, but he knew it would not always be enough. The elevator in the block was a cesspool of bacteria and grief, the clanking it made as it rode up and down each day enough to turn your stomach and inspire you with thoughts involving rather loud and painful deaths. 

"Hm."

He spared her no thanks since it was expected that the lower class should step aside and make way for perfection, after all. He walked into the already-shaking metal box and folded his arms, narrowing his eyes at her from behind the lens of his glasses.

besides, it's not like asuka had any time to care about the hygiene of the elevators, living in more than one apocalyptic setting really did that to people ––– it's not like she didn't get up to unhygienic acts with her boyfriend all the time. she narrowed her eye ever-so-slightly at the nerd in front of her, was it so hard to thank someone? politeness was pretty rare coming from asuka langley shikinami; don't abuse it!

he was ruder than she'd originally thought, and asuka wouldn't allow herself to be treated as a lower-class fool.

though the girl wouldn't allow her face to give away her emotions, thus she raised a brow before following suit, making sure to stand at the opposite end of the already small space. please god, if you really are real, don't let this goddamn elevator break.

As that topic of conversation exhausted itself and new one took its place. Konoha, not being one to deeply analyze his movements before or after the fact, took a few moments to think on her question. He had just followed the road here, without any real aim, but perhaps the reason he had let himself be carried off would suffice for an answer. “This place… it wasn’t here before. I’ve never seen one before.” Now that he had seen the building, it made perfect sense to him. All that travelling would make anyone tired, so planes needed a place to rest, just as he did.

was he asking why she was here? asuka hadn't really thought he'd think to question that; thus she wasn't sure how to answer. would she tell the truth –– that she was merely here in order to look around the place, to slink by various places to check them out the way she had done all those years ago back in the school –– or would she lie through her teeth again?

"Well, I mean, I see you, soooooo…. Yeah.” If you thought she was behind the i know you are but what am i? jokes, haha, jokes on you, it seems. Really, that’s her comeback - do you want some ice for that burn, Asuka? It’s a pretty big scald.

Rin observed the redhead with a small frown on her lips, though it was more from worry than her actually being upset. How rude… and definitely a tsundere. I haven’t read enough shoujo manga to properly deal with this…

the pilot merely raised a brow, ❝ you really need to try harder, your lack of intelligence is giving me a headache. ❞ asuka used this moment to tuck a few stray strands of auburn behind her ear, more amused by her hair than the girl in front of her. really, how'd this girl even get in here when she was clearly USELESS ?

❝ it's called being p o l i t e –––– not that you would know. i'm in no way obligated to pay attention to you; therefore you should be grateful that i'm using up my precious time to talk to you! ❞ she folded her arms over her chest, annoyance evident on girlish features.

Her name was equally unenlightening and yet he was still happy to learn it. Although many people might have found her blunt attitude off-putting and he wasn’t entirely accustomed to it, but his particular blend of personality traits made it a fact that didn’t bother him much. In fact, in a way, she reminded him of Hiyori. Konoha hadn’t thought about her in some time, mostly focusing on the fact that he was glad neither of his young friends had ended up being brought here with him.

parting her lips as though she was about to say something, she paused. what was there to even say? 'sorry, i thought i knew you and that made me feel good because then maybe i'd earn your respect, or better yet, a friend'?

"Who do you think you’re calling a child? Definitely not me!!" Because if Asuka is, I hope she’s ready to fight. Those are fighting words. She’ll bite your arm open. "I’m an adult, thank you very much, and I bet I’m older than you!" …Not much, admittedly, but still. 

Rin dropped her arms, wondering if the redhead was just going to turn around and leave. She didn’t. "Not that I care"? The blonde furrowed her brows at her words. Was this girl one of those tsunderes…? Jeez, that would be sooo annoying to deal with.

❝ no ––– i'm definitely talking to you. unless you see some other loser in the room? ❞ hunty please, i'd like to see you try!

a laugh escaped asuka's lips at rin's next words; a laugh similar to that of an alpha bitch making fun of the weirdo kid in high school. it was bitter, as if she knew a secret the other didn't even know existed (maybe because she did!).

asuka resisted the urge to roll her eye once again, instead she feigned a sigh at the girl's annoying attitude. the pilot should've known to step back when she had the chance, here she feared she was digging her grave deeper and deeper by continuing to challenge the blonde. contrary to popular belief, asuka knew when to pick her battles, it was just that her defense mechanism kicked in far too often around here.