[ So he had noticed. It's silly to think she could get away with it unobserved: Neuro can still sniff out a mystery, even if it's one likely to be as unappetizing and pitifully lacking in nutrition as this. It's oddly humbling to think that she can still keep some secrets, though if Neuro has his way, she has the sinking feeling it's not a state of ignorance he's willing to tolerate for much longer.
Still, she does have other priorities at the moment. Such as trying to anticipate the next flying projectile's trajectory, for one. If nothing else, at least she's thoroughly awake now. ]
Considering how the last time we visited a hot spring turned out, you can't really blame me for not wanting to repeat the experience, do you? [ She's gotten better about answering back, even if it usually comes with an automatic attempt to pre-emptively evade whatever retaliation is coming. ]
[ the proper response would have been to grovel and beg for forgiveness at his feet, of course, but he has to admit that her tendency to backtalk can be entertaining. She'd been such a sniveling worm at the beginning; he'd watched a bit of this foolish courage grow in her the first year, and it had only continued to strengthen in the time he'd been away and following his return.
But it's still foolish. And she's still backtalking him. And Neuro hasn't grown a whit more mature over the years. So his response, naturally, involves a middle finger suddenly shooting out in that ever-so-impossible way he likes to employ for the purpose of issuing her a friendly uppercut to the nose. ]
Hoh? And what do you mean by that? It was a fun and relaxing experience, as I recall. [ for exactly one of them, of course. The elongated finger doesn't snap back to his hand once he's smacked her; rather, it rears up, like a snake (a bit too much like a snake, really), and prods the center of her forehead. ] However, your words are thin. There is something of more substance going on in this feeble brain of yours.
[ There's almost an unspoken question at the end of that sentence, an "isn't there?", because Neuro doesn't know for sure - he can only assume based on his observations of Yako's normal behavior in comparison to her recent self. He doesn't know anything beyond 'there's been a change,' and she'll probably be able to tell he doesn't know - not that it's surprising. ]
[ As her nose gets violently flicked, Yako yelps, hands shooting up protectively to cover the poor abused thing -- it's truly remarkable that it hasn't gotten broken, with all the abuse she gets put through, but Neuro seems to always know the right amount of force to apply to cause maximum agony with as little actual injury as possible. It would be more impressive if she wasn't the target.
She squints at him with watering eyes, wondering why exactly she thought being attracted to him was a good idea in the first place. Clearly, her conscious brain had nothing to do with that decision, much less her instinct for self-preservation It's certainly hard to find anything particularly attractive about him at this moment. Looking him in the eye is a mistake, though, leaving her feeling like she's prey that's been hypnotized by a larger predator ready to swallow her whole.
But she senses the real question underlying his condescension, knows him well enough to know that he doesn't really have a clue what he's prying for, except that it's a mystery he wants to unravel. She doesn't think he'd expend a demon tool to dig a secret that paltry out of her skull, so she relaxes a little, shaking her head and trying to pull back with a small grin. ]
It's not something that's going to get in the way of work, if that's what you're worried about. [ As much as Neuro ever worries about anything, and she huffs a little, glancing at the door. ]
Did you really have to break in the door to tell me that? [ Sometiems it's hard to tell the difference between dealing with a supernatural monster and a small spoiled child. ]
[ the fact that she can pull back and still smile at him after he does that is really a mark of her patience and endurance. Neuro mentally pats himself on the back for training her so well. His serpentine finger retreats a bit from its previous harrassment, though his hand doesn't take its normal shape again quite yet. After all, she still hasn't complied. ]
Of course, [ he replies, grinning widely and not missing a beat (no, he didn't, but it seemed like it would be more fun.) ] Do not question my actions. You're misunderstanding your position, Yako. Though I could surely provide you with an infinite amount of answers, the one being questioned right now is you.
[ not mentioning the 'getting in the way of work' bit. Honestly, he doesn't care if she thinks it will get in the way or not. She is his tool - no, his partner, and if he has a concern regarding her, then he's going to address it. That's the way things are. ]
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[ It was too much hope for that he'd accept the misdirection, Yako supposes. Neuro after a mystery is like a bloodhound after a scent; he'll accept nothing less than seeing his prey captured, or destroyed. She carefully edges her head to the side, evenings with acidic spit nearly taking her face off still fresh and vivid in her memory. Not that she expects him to start salivating, but with Neuro, it never hurts to be sure.
But she's not exactly sure how to answer his question, either. He may have acknowledged her as a partner, but above all else, Neuro is a demon -- and there are aspects of being human she doubts he'll ever really understand. Typically, her strategy in these sorts of situations is to struggle until he gets bored, but she has that uneasy feeling that things aren't going to be so easy this time around.
Particularly because, much to her dismay, her body's reacting in the ways it shouldn't to the harassment, heartbeat picking up and blood rising to her cheeks. All things Neuro's only sure to take as encouragement, and she tries to will it down without much success. ]
I'll tell you if you let me go. [ She manages, though she doesn't manage to put much conviction into it. ]
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Still, she does have other priorities at the moment. Such as trying to anticipate the next flying projectile's trajectory, for one. If nothing else, at least she's thoroughly awake now. ]
Considering how the last time we visited a hot spring turned out, you can't really blame me for not wanting to repeat the experience, do you? [ She's gotten better about answering back, even if it usually comes with an automatic attempt to pre-emptively evade whatever retaliation is coming. ]
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But it's still foolish. And she's still backtalking him. And Neuro hasn't grown a whit more mature over the years. So his response, naturally, involves a middle finger suddenly shooting out in that ever-so-impossible way he likes to employ for the purpose of issuing her a friendly uppercut to the nose. ]
Hoh? And what do you mean by that? It was a fun and relaxing experience, as I recall. [ for exactly one of them, of course. The elongated finger doesn't snap back to his hand once he's smacked her; rather, it rears up, like a snake (a bit too much like a snake, really), and prods the center of her forehead. ] However, your words are thin. There is something of more substance going on in this feeble brain of yours.
[ There's almost an unspoken question at the end of that sentence, an "isn't there?", because Neuro doesn't know for sure - he can only assume based on his observations of Yako's normal behavior in comparison to her recent self. He doesn't know anything beyond 'there's been a change,' and she'll probably be able to tell he doesn't know - not that it's surprising. ]
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She squints at him with watering eyes, wondering why exactly she thought being attracted to him was a good idea in the first place. Clearly, her conscious brain had nothing to do with that decision, much less her instinct for self-preservation It's certainly hard to find anything particularly attractive about him at this moment. Looking him in the eye is a mistake, though, leaving her feeling like she's prey that's been hypnotized by a larger predator ready to swallow her whole.
But she senses the real question underlying his condescension, knows him well enough to know that he doesn't really have a clue what he's prying for, except that it's a mystery he wants to unravel. She doesn't think he'd expend a demon tool to dig a secret that paltry out of her skull, so she relaxes a little, shaking her head and trying to pull back with a small grin. ]
It's not something that's going to get in the way of work, if that's what you're worried about. [ As much as Neuro ever worries about anything, and she huffs a little, glancing at the door. ]
Did you really have to break in the door to tell me that? [ Sometiems it's hard to tell the difference between dealing with a supernatural monster and a small spoiled child. ]
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Of course, [ he replies, grinning widely and not missing a beat (no, he didn't, but it seemed like it would be more fun.) ] Do not question my actions. You're misunderstanding your position, Yako. Though I could surely provide you with an infinite amount of answers, the one being questioned right now is you.
[ not mentioning the 'getting in the way of work' bit. Honestly, he doesn't care if she thinks it will get in the way or not. She is his tool - no, his partner, and if he has a concern regarding her, then he's going to address it. That's the way things are. ]
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But she's not exactly sure how to answer his question, either. He may have acknowledged her as a partner, but above all else, Neuro is a demon -- and there are aspects of being human she doubts he'll ever really understand. Typically, her strategy in these sorts of situations is to struggle until he gets bored, but she has that uneasy feeling that things aren't going to be so easy this time around.
Particularly because, much to her dismay, her body's reacting in the ways it shouldn't to the harassment, heartbeat picking up and blood rising to her cheeks. All things Neuro's only sure to take as encouragement, and she tries to will it down without much success. ]
I'll tell you if you let me go. [ She manages, though she doesn't manage to put much conviction into it. ]