IC Voicemail [RtE]

[lovesickkiller]

Hi, you've reached Misa Amane! Sorry I missed your call, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If it's about something super important, try sending me a text. Otherwise just leave your name and number! Talk to you soon~

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[numberedshepherd]

[He sets his jaw. His ego's not fragile, and he has a realistic view of his abilities and strength, but he still likes to think that even if she didn't let him he could beat a small Japanese girl in a wrestling match.]

He will. Are you going to change your clothes, by the way? I think you'll stick out in what you're wearing...

[Read: normal, decent street clothes.]

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[lovesickkiller]

[He certainly could beat her in a wrestling match, but as they've never attempted that particular activity that is not where Misa's mind is. The fact that she allows herself to be pinned down during sex does not prove anything.]

[She glances down at herself, frowning.]

I don't care if I stick out, I'm not going there to blend in. Don't tell me you want me to put on something sexy for this?

[She would better blend into her surroundings, but it is still an awful idea for any number of reasons.]

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[numberedshepherd]

Sexy...?

[The thought seems new and troubling to him. He stands, going to his bureau and pulling out a loose, black shirt with several safety pins stuck in it at odd angles.]

Here. If you put this on, I mean... it'll be too big but that's more what I mean. It's black, but I wouldn't say it's sexy...

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[lovesickkiller]

[Misa eyes the shirt dubiously, but accepts it and starts tugging off her blouse.]

Is blending in really important? I'm not trying to take anyone by surprise.

[Laying her blouse on the bed, she pulls his shirt over her head. It's long enough to be a dress.]

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[numberedshepherd]

It's... admittedly not so much "blending in..."

[The shirt is huge on her. It's baggy, dowdy, and obscures her figure.]

That looks really good. I think it's perfect.

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[lovesickkiller]

[Misa tilts her head at him, not at all sure what Lazarus is after, but if he is satisfied then it's probably fine.]

Then I guess I'm ready...

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[numberedshepherd]

Almost.... hang on.

[He tugs and rearranges her shirt fussily, seeming distracted by the way it hangs over her breasts and outlines her little waist. It might be becoming clearer that he's decided he's not sending her into the lion's den in any state to stand out or get hit on.]

Do you feel sexy in this shirt?

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[lovesickkiller]

[Misa glances down at herself, then raises an eyebrow at Lazarus.]

It fits me like a potato sack. No.

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[numberedshepherd]

[He nods, satisfied.]

OK. Good. Then no one else should think you look sexy. Just in case it's not foolproof, tell Nux he has my permission to hit anyone who touches you, OK?

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[lovesickkiller]

[That gets a laugh out of her; she doesn't have the heart to tell him that wearing an actual potato sack wouldn't be enough to deter the unwanted attention of male strangers.]

I will.

[She gives him a quick kiss, then goes back in for a lingering embrace.]

Let's both be safe, okay?

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[numberedshepherd]

OK. Agreed. Be back as soon as you can.

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[lovesickkiller]

I will.

[She hopes she can trust Lazarus to be a comfort for her to return to, not another disaster. She thinks that she can, but it has been a rough day for the both of them.]