Eileen’s passion for costuming has unforseen consequences.
That was one of the better scenes which started a long chain of events.
Current IC time is: Fri May 31 14:57:46 2002 - Day
Roof — Eriol Gakuen
The roof of Eriol Gakuen main building is empty, save for the pipes and water tanks which have something to do with the school’s heating and water supply system. There isn’t much of anything else here, actually, save for the tall wire mesh fence, preventing any and all attempts at jumping to your death below. That leaves the view from the roof being it’s most interesting feature. From this vantage point, you san see as far as Meguro, and the skyscrapers of Ginza glitter in the distance.
Rika
This girl fits the textbook definition of ‘cute redhead’, and while she’s unmistakably asian, her relatively pale skin and dark green eyes, coupled with flaming red hair cut in a pageboy style make it easy to forget about it, especially since there’s no sign of hair dye. She does seem to wear some makeup, but it’s very hard to trace just what did she do with it - there isn’t much. Overally, she resembles a fox - lithe and slim, and generally small, since she’s rather short.
She is dressed in the Eriol Gakuen girl’s uniform - white jacket with blue sailor flap and cuffs, not to mention the tacky crown-shaped medal, white and blue short skirt and the long blue stockings with regulation white shoes. She looks unsurprisingly feminine and attractive in this attire, which was probably the initial idea. She’s dragging around a thick cloth bookbag, and a tiny Minolta Dimage X digital camera is hanging on her neck on a chain.
Eileen
School time for Eileen Patterson has never been so much fun! Where else can the shy yet genki English-featured young brunette wear such a cute sailor fuku? It’s cosplay at school, and everyone’s doing it! Over her pale mint undershirt with it’s high collar, she wears Eriol Gakuen’s high school uniform, with wide blue collars and cuffs accented with gold piping, blue stockings, and shoes with buttons up the side! The rest of the outfit, aside from the blue pleats in her short skirt, is a pristine white, accessorized with a wide blue band wrapped lightly around her right upper arm, Eriol Gakuen’s crown logo emblazoned proudly over it, and a medal over her right breast, who’s ribbon also supports the blue and gold accent scheme. Eileen adds her own touches to the look, including a thickly braided ponytail that extends all the way down to her ankles, a small plastic SD Duo Maxwell keyfob hanging off her left hip, a Sailor V love chain bracelet peeking out from her left sleeve, and long bangs that can easily cover her left eye, and her entire face if she bows her head.
Yuuzen Akito
At first glance this teenage boy looks to be nothing out of the ordinary. His asian cast skin, fairly short black hair, chestnut brown eyes and short stature would make him easily blend into a crowd of other Japanese boys.. looking more closely though it’s possible to see that he’s in better shape than most kids his age and has a fairly well toned physique for not having finished growing yet. In fitting with his good shape his movement holds a certain smoothness to it, the kind of balanced stride which comes from long training. He also seems to be very aware of his surroundings, his eyes active and energetic in their search to understand the world around him. However his only truly unique features are upon his hands, which look both strong and rough.
He is wearing the very fashionable Eriol Gakuen school uniform. It’s design is dominated by a bold white long-sleeve vest, accentuated by royal blue and gold detailing. The school crest, a three-pointed crown is featured in the same blue-on-gold pattern on both a band across the arm and a medallion pinned upon the chest.
Eileen is standing off to one side of one of the water tanks, the huge leather harness she painstakingly put together laid upon it, lots of toy pistols held within the holsters, and weighing it down to a great degree. Half of them are squirt guns, but only a portion of them are filled, the rest appear to be either spark guns or plunger-shooters, all of the party favor variety, and all spraypainted silver.
Rika is standing by taking pictures, and what else she would be doing? “Are you sure you’ll be comfortable in that?” she asks.
As he sometimes does during his lunch breaks Akito has been catching a small nap, tucked away behind one of the larger water tanks to evade the sight of any teacher who might stray up to check on students skipping class. Today though his sleep has been interrupted, female voices can be heard a little ways off.. turning to peek around the corner of the tank he notices that it’s Eileen and Rika, doing some sort of craft stuff with party guns. He grins, probably another outfit for Eileen..
Eileen has in fact just the holster assembly right now, the rest of the costume is either not done yet, or at home. Probably the latter since she’s wearing her Eriol Gakuen fuku. “…ano…i think so…it’s kinda heavy…but it can’t be much worse than american high school bookbags…” She takes off the jacket portion of her fuku, revealing the slightly off white undershirt beneath, and folds her jacket onto an adjacent pipe. That done, she takes another look at the rig, and takes a deep breath. “…hai! if meryl-chan can do it, so can i!” She rolls up her sleeves, then starts struggling into it. “…ano…maeki-san…can you help me with it…?”
Rika goes on to help, setting her camera on automatic shooting and letting it dangle on it’s chain. “Couldn’t you reduce the number of guns at least? I doubt you’ll even be able to move in that.” she says, trying to adjust the leather harness onto Eileen, which doesn’t appear easy at all.
Akito peeks his head out a little further, giggling quietly at the two girls as they fumble around with the heavy harness. Perhaps he should go over and help them? Nah, it’d take too long to explain why he was there in the first place, then they’d probably shoo him downstairs too so they could do it in private.. Eileen would probaby be way too embarassed with him hanging around. Heheh, besides it’s kinda fun to watch them struggle with it
Eileen shakes her head softly, but firmly. “…iie. …ano…gomen maeki-san, demo…my clothes have to be accurate to the anime. That’s why I don’t use cheaper materials…” She struggles with the strap that goes under her breasts. As she’s finally satisfied with their placement, she heaves a small sigh. She also blushes a little. This is probably the first time she’s ever worn something that accentuates her chest outside of gymnastics…and her leotard doesn’t have something that presses the cloth back down. “…ano…maybe…” she thinks about altering the costume a bit, then shakes her head again. The top shirt will cover this up.
Rika grins, stepping back and snapping off a series of pictures. “Well, if nothing else, it looks good on you even as it is.” she says, with a grin on her face. “Maybe you should forgo the top shirt.” she adds jokingly.
Though he’d been exposed to Eileen’s feminine side before when she wore the Aerith costume, it had still been fairly subdued.. nothing too revealing even if it did make her look cuter than he’d ever seen her before. This though was another matter entirely, the harness was pressing down on her shirt, really bringing out.. he could even see her bra-line through the shirt! His mind wages war on his hormones telling him he shouldn’t be watching her like this, but so far the hormones are winning out, besides it’s not like other girls don’t reveal more than that every day…
Eileen takes a moment to get what Rika’s suggesting, then goes crimson, and lowers her head to hide behind her bangs. The motion is directed towards Rika though, so Akito can probably still see just fine. “….a-ano…maybe not the shirt…but maybe a-a…ano…maybe i should wear a softer bra next time…it really presses against my back…!” She reaches back to put emphasis on this, and rubs her back where her bra strap travels along it.
Rika makes a point of capturing Eileen’s crimson face on film and lets out a chuckle, “You’re too exacting and too shy for your own good. Can you move now though?” she says, moving a couple more steps back for a wider view. “On three!” she says with a grin, “One, two… three!”
This is almost painful for Akito to watch, Eileen’s reaching behind to rub her back is causing her chest to push out even more, stretching the shirt and it’s buttons just that much further. His heart is beating faster now and his mind has just about given up it’s feeble attempts at dissuasion, still for a moment at least to keep his head from overloading he pulls himself back around the tank to breathe and absorb the situation. His movements aren’t quite as smooth as normal though and he winces, with pain and with fright, as he tried to lean his head back he clunked it on the tank.. giving a small but audible -tung-. Quickly he peeks around the corner, praying to any and all the gods (though normally Akito was a very un-devout teenager) that neither of the two had noticed the sound…
Eileen nods softly, then carefully begins to walk, her body getting jerked back for the first few steps, pulled by the weight of all her weapons. Still blushing, especially since her holster rig is making her school clothes so indecent, she takes a few steps, and stops. “…ha…wow, it’s heavy…” She rubs her back again, at the same spot where her bra is being chafed against by the harness.
Rika noticed the sound Akito made, didn’t consider it dangerous enough to look - she’s busy watching Eileen, so without looking Rika whips her camera around and snaps a picture of what’s behind her, catching Akito at the scene of crime. She didn’t look at the screen though…. “If it hurts so much, just take it off?” she suggests. “It’s not like that harness of yours won’t provide support.”
Akito waits a few seconds with held breath as he continues looking around the tank for advancing angry girls.. luckily no footsteps, it seems that they hadn’t noticed the sound so Akito thinks he’s safe for now.. ..and at the time Rika took her quick picture, Akito’s eye’s had been drawn to Eileen again as she reached back once more, her curves shifting out just so… … for a second he’s lost in a daze, coming out just in time to hear “..hurts so much, just take it off?” which immediately sets off what seems to be every ounce of adrenaline in his body. His heart beats -DOKIDOKI- so loud that he’s almost afraid that -DOKIDOKI- even if the metallic thunk didn’t alert them before that it will! -DOKIDOKI-
Eileen, still crimson, nods once. “…ano…i think i may have to…can you help me with the harness again? …it’s too much work to take it all the way off though…ano…gomen…so could you hold the harness? i’ll just unbuckle it…” She turns so Rika doesn’t have to move too much to get to the harness.
Rika replies, “Sure…” and letting her camera dangle once again moves in to grasp the leather straps. “Tell me….” she adds suddenly. “Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Oh, but Rika’s convinced she’s constantly being watched, isn’t she?
Akito quickly pulls his head back around the tank, making -sure- no noise is made this time.. sonna bakara! Rika knows he’s back there! Or, nono she’s just always paranoid and asking silly questions. Yeah, that’s it.. or is it? But if she knows why hasn’t she come back here or outright said that there’s someone around? Gwaaaah! I just came up here for a nap! I didn’t ask to see Eileen’s -glump- and if Rika knows she’ll lord it over me forever. But still, the two girl’s words still ring through his head.. .just take it off.. I’ll just unbuckle it… what can you do to resist!? For now he holds himself back around the tank though, if that -wasn’t- just a random question from Rika he doesn’t want to get caught peeking around the side…
Eileen unbuckles the harness strap underneath her breasts, then the one on top, letting out a grateful sigh, then she undoes the top couple buttons on her shirt. “…ano…watched?” She asks, almost screaming with her innocent words, ‘you mean i should pay attention to the world around me?’ “…iie…i don’t think i’ve ever felt that…” Or maybe she just hasn’t noticed. She continues the process of removing her bra, not by unbuttoning the shirt further, but by unfastening the bra at the back, then pulling her arms in her sleeves and wriggling around inside the shirt for a little bit. Finally her arms emerge again, her bra held in her left hand. Pretty normal bra, nothing too special, a little bit of frill along the edges, and uniformly white. She then redoes her shirt, and clumsily reworks the straps across her chest, still holding onto her bra.
Rika stretches one hand towards the bra while holding the harness with the other, “Here, I’ll hold that for you.” she says. “Actually, in this city, I don’t think I know of places where you can say for sure nobody is watching you. But thankfully, spy sattelites don’t have a good enough resolution even to see you blush.” she adds.
It’s probably a good thing Akito missed Eileen unbuttoning her shirt down and removing her bra as she did, as hardy a fellow as he is, the unexpected sight of a woman (and the fact that Eileen is one is now firmly embedded) undressing would have blown his mind. As it is, when his resolve to keep his back to that water tank finally erodes, he’s barely able to contain a fatalistic whimper. Without the flattening effect of the bra, as the harness forces the shirt to conform to Eileen’s body its curves and details are shown to be even more profound, scrambling his thought processes even further than before.
Eileen hands her bra off to Rika, and shrugs her harness back on, resulting in several clattering sounds as the gun flaps clump together pendulously. “….haaa…” she sighs, apparently not feeling as irritated as before. “…ano…i really should have brought the shirttop…” She realizes, as she glances down at her breasts. Girl talk time. “…ah…maeki-san…have you…um…ever gone without… before..?” She probably hasn’t before, and is likely feeling strange ‘going without’,
Rika smiles… yes, snapping off another picture, and probably making Eileen even more uncomfortable. “Sometimes.” she responds. Locking her hands behind her back and taking a glance at Eileen she adds curiously, “You mean you always wear this thing?” Don’t tell me this gives her yet another conspiracy idea…
If he knew the series existed, the opening words of the Twilight Zone would be running through his head. I’m going insane, I must be, or this is some sort of crazy dream. These are the things that no guy ever gets to see or hear! This is the sort of experience talked about in urban (or school as the case may be) legends..
Eileen nods softly, and looks back, surprised. “…ano…even when i’m in gymnastics…it’s…ano…i mean…” she looks down and places her two pointer fingers together tip to tip in front of her. “…i mean…doesn’t it…well…tickle? …when the fabric…you know. ..how often do you go without…? maybe it’s just something to get used to…”
Eileen’s blush is renewed by the questions she’s asking, and probably even more the picture taking that’s going on. When she notices the pictures being taken, which is quite a while, she puts her hands over her chest, specifically to cover the darker parts of her skin showing through.
Rika shrugs, “Sometimes, when I feel that it’s stifling my breath. It …tickles, but I can’t say I dislike that all that much, you know?” she grins. And snaps off another picture of Eileen with the hands on her chest. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to show these to anyone. My personal collection.” she grins.
Though his clothes and clinging a bit and his palms are still a bit slick from perspiration, Akito is beginning to get a handle on himself and the situation. It’s not so crazy, really, they’re just talking.. all girls talk. And Eileen isn’t the only one who has breasts.. all girls do. The moment this thought clicks into his head though his entire world gets flipped upside down and begins spinning as the mental pictures eke their way into his brain. Girls he’d hardly though of before as -girls- suddenly seem to take on new shape and definition in his mind.. Akito very nearly goes cross-eyed and almost passes out
Eileen nods softly, but her blush deepens even more. “…ano…when you say private collection…it sounds a little…ah…giggle nevermind” She sighs a little, then shakes her head a little. “…ano…anyways…these hands aren’t coming down even if it’s just us…it’s embarrassing. You try it and you’ll see what i mean…it’s like being topless in public…!” Her voice though shy and soft seems very firm in these words. Then she softens up a little, and agrees with an earlier assessment. “…ano…it does feel nice…but…”
Rika shrugs and unbuttons her own jacket, slipping out of it in an instant and letting it fall onto the roof floor in a crumpled heap. “I’m used to knowing I am being watched.” she says matter-of-factly. Shyness is the one thing conspiracy theorists can’t really afford… and as a side note, she isn’t wearing a bra today either. After a brief pause she places the cups of Eileen’s bra over her own breasts. “A little too small for me.” she comments with a giggle and removes it. “Won’t your guns be making a lot of noise when you move though?” she asks.
As if to reiterate his previous world shattering thought, Rika drops her jacket. The shirt underneath isn’t being forced down by a leather harness, but her shirt is naturally more filled out and neither are her hands covering herself as Eileen continues to do.. and as the wind blows it makes the fabric cling to different parts.. cling… release…. cling..release
Eileen blinks softly at what she believes is Rika’s utter lack of inhibition, and her own argument rather thoroughly shot down, she slowly drops her own hands as well. “…haa..ano…it’s only by a little bit…” she says a little defensively and embarrassedly. Hrm…apparently Eileen has a little bit of an inferiority complex concerning Rika. “…about the guns…i think it will be ok if i pad the holsters a little more…ano…there will be cloth between them most of the time too. really good stout thick cloth. She takes a few steps forward, to take her bra back. “…i shouldn’t make you hold this…gomen…i’ll go put it….aaaah!” She loses her balance as the gun flaps slap into her back and she topples forward, crashing into Rika on the way down, and landing on the roof with a dreadful clatter of guns coming out of their holsters. Dripping wet suddenly, Eileen pushes herself to a sitting position, her shirt soaked to the point to be totally transparent. She doesn’t appear to notice though, because she’s worried about Rika. “…haa! gomen! maeki-san! are you ok!?” She hadn’t quite taken the bra away, and it lays on the roof a foot or so away from them.
Rika emits a muffled shriek as she falls, and lets the bra go reflexively, as her first concern is definitely not her own dripping transparent shirt, not her friend’s garments, and not even possible bruises, but the safety of her camera. Thankfully, the thing miraclously survived the drenching… and what do you know, the next thing Rika does is snapping off a picture of wet and dripping Eileen. “It’s ok.” she says and starts to giggle. “I just knew this wasn’t going to work.” she says, as she pulls herself up into sitting position, giggling further. “Just look at yourself!” she says, snapping a few more frames. “Then again, I must also look just as silly.” Rika adds, as an afterthought. A gust of wind picks up the forgotten bra and blows it right into the face of staring Akito…
As Eileen falls, Akito winces, hoping she and Rika are ok. He watches them closely to make sure nothing bad had happened in the fall, even readying himself to take the hit and give himself up if anyone had fallen on something badly and needed help to get to the nurse. These thoughts, and all others running through his head are of course wiped clean as Eileen pushes herself up and is.. as soon as it registers in his mind what has happened and what he’s seen (it takes a few seconds to chug through his sluggish mind) he begins to pull back around the water tank, to continue watching like that just wouldn’t be -THWACK- sudden darkness and a smooth lacy feel cover Akito’s face. Running on instinct he continues his way back around the tank and yanks this sudden obstruction off his face. He wonders what on earth could it..SONNA BAKARA!!!!
Rika stands up, dusting her stockings and skirt off. She helps Eileen up, takes the camera chain off her neck and hands it to her, “Here, take a picture of me too. One thing I don’t have in my collection is pictures of me in wet shirts.” she says with a giggle. What inhibition?
Eileen giggles and looks down at her shirt. “…a-ano…”, then looks up again, and surprisingly, seeing Rika in the same predicament, she laughs. With a wink, she takes the camera, and backs up a little, her motion a lot less troublesome seeing as how most of the water is now on them instead. Settling into a stance to take a stable picture she says, “…hai! ano, give me a good pose!” She waits for a suitably silly pose, then presses the button. snap Then she laughs a little, brighter than usual. “Wait wait! I feel like a fashion photographer! Lemme have a few more!” Her voice climbs above her normal shy volume as she says this, and she can’t help but giggle.
Rika takes all sorts of silly poses - she’d stand on her head, but she isn’t that athletic - laughing all the way. Finally, after a good minute of this silliness, she takes the camera back. And snaps Eileen again!
Akito had finally reached the point where his conscience had overridden his opportunistic 15 year old hormone driven hentai bent with the transparent shirts and so he stayed put behind the tanks. However he has another dilemma now! His thoughts race as he holds onto Eileen’s bra.. it would have almost certainly blown away over edge the roof if it hadn’t been stopped. He should just throw it away and his problems there would be over! But what if some creepy hentai got a hold of it, Akito shudders at the thought of something so close to Eileen being used by some creepy guy.. but if he kept it what would he do with it? What if his mother found it?? But on the other hand to throw something like this away would just be..
Rika pauses and starts poking buttons on her camera, studying the shots they made. “This one’s good.” she giggles. “And this one too…” she shows the tiny screen to Eileen. “And this one…” …and this one is the shot when she snapped without looking, and it prominently displays the guy’s face. Rika raises an eyebrow. After a short pause, without adding a single word, she removes one of the plunger derringers out of Eileen’s harness and tiptoes quietly towards the tank! Camera in one hand, gun in the other, and she’s dressed to kill!
Eileen giggles and tries to peek over, but doesn’t quite manage it. “…Aaah! I wanna see!” She hops, for now completely ignoring what that actually does. Then, weighed down as she is, and realizing it, she stops for a moment to undo the clasps of her harness. She looks up again, only to find wet roofing where Rika was. “…ano, Maeki-s…” she giggles a little at the preposterousness of calling Rika ’san’ then tries again. “…ano, Maeki-chan?” blinkblink
Rika puts a finger across her lips and winks to Eileen, continuing her tiptoeing…
Meanwhile Akito had postponed his debate and stuffed the bra into his bookbag, deciding that -now- was not the time to decide what he was gonna do with the thing. Figuring he was gonna just wait the girls out and -try- and pretend the whole incident never happened he then resumed leaning against the water tanks, just letting his thoughts explode and run rampant, shredding his worldview previous to this lunch break to bits. He’s so busy with his thoughts that he doesn’t even notice Rika as she approaches..
Eileen, curious, begins to follow Rika, walking as quietly and as stealthily as she can…well as stealthily as a girl with her breasts totally exposed can at least. The harness is left where it is, but Eileen does stop to pick up a plunger gun too, just in case. What’s Rika firing at?
Rika finds Akito midway through sticking the bra into the bookbag, and without further ado, both the gun and the camera go off. SNAP “I just KNEW someone was watching.” she adds with a victorious smile. Apparently, being seen in a wet t-shirt is nothing to her, but catching someone watching is definitely a thrill. Even though Akito tried to dodge, the plunger is now firmly stuck to his forehead. “Patterson…” she tries to spit that out and fails, “awheck, Airin-chan, take a look at this!” she yells.
Ararune comes out onto the roof.
Ararune has arrived.
Rika and Eileen are standing by the water tanks, looking at something behind them. Their jackets are lying in different corners of the roof, one neatly folded, the other in a crumpled heap, and nearby, a weird leather construct apparently intended to be a holster for fifty derringers is lying in a small puddle of water. Oh, and their shirts are completely soaked, and looks like there’s no bras under either.
Akito may have been caught offguard by Rika, but his mind is somehow working clearly enough to attempt damage control. Finishing shoving the bra into the bookcase he drops it to his side so as to stay inconspicuous. Eileen is coming he knows.. before she turns the corner he turns his eyes to Rika and they almost seem to burn, the instinctive angered look is short lived however and softens before Eileen makes her appearance. Unable to do or say anything which could make this any better he just looks down.
Eileen rounds the corner, her braless, soaked front partially obscured by the way she’s holding the plunger gun. A lot like how cop shows portray you should hold it. She follows and gasps a little going absolutely red, as she sees Rika’s target. Nevermind that Rika doesn’t seem embarrassed at being in the same exact state, Eileen exclaims, “….Yuuzen-san!!”
Ararune is making his way up from downstairs, leering to himself as he withdraws a pair of binoculars from their carrying case and loops them around his neck. As he’s looking at what he’s doing, he doesn’t notice the others quite yet.
Eileen rushes over to Akito when he looks down, and then unsteadily skids to a stop before him, and crouches so that she can look at his eyes. She’s bright red, but maybe Rika’s affected her some. Instead of doing any sort of stereotypical hentai-stomping attack however, her compassion for Akito seems to take over. She giggles a little. “…haaa…Yuuzen-san? giggle Are you alright?” She’s so gonna regret this tonight, as she thinks back on it, but after all that happened…this just seems funny.
Rika smiles a faint wicked smile and takes a picture - Eileen in a wet shirt crouching before Akito with a plunger stuck to his forehead. “You’ve been here from the start and just neglected to tell us, aren’t you, Yuuzen-san?” she grins somewhat threateningly.
Ararune looks up from his task just as he reaches the roof… and stares, jaw dropping, as he sees the sight before him. His eyes are first drawn to Rika, and he ogles unabashedly for a few long moments, before grabbing at the binoculars and bringing them up to his eyes. Unfortunately, she happens to take the picture about that time, so Ararune yelps involuntarily as he’s dazzled. Then she speaks, and he notices the others… staring again, but this time with a scowl starting to form.
Akito looks up into Eileen’s forest green eyes, his eyes only stopping for a millisecond on the view they needed to cross to get there. He could almost cry with relief that those eyes weren’t filled with anger, is he all right? A second ago he’d been convinced that the girl he liked was going to hate him forever, all right.. he’s downright euphoric. “Hai, daijoubu.” Rika’s question falls on deaf ears though, Eileen’s blushing face complete with broad smile an irresistable force drawing his attention making him even forget the rest of her revealed body. Unable to resist he reaches the short distance between them and gently moves the hair out the way of her eyes so he can see them more clearly.
Eileen stays, a bit transfixed for the moment, like a deer staring into oncoming headlights. She definitely didn’t expect so intimate a look when she checked on him. She just stares back into his eyes for a little while, before finally lowering her gaze shyly, and giggling uncertainly. “…a-…ano….that’s good…” Wow…her blush actually travels down her neck, and can be seen all the way to her chest, just before her breasts.
Rika snaps a picture. That’s a reflex, she’s always doing that… Looking towards the sources of unusual sound is also a reflex, and she turns towards Ararune, catching him square in the middle of the frame. And there goes the flash again. SNAP
Ararune watches for as long as he can take it, voyeurism mingling with jealous anger. Then, he turns and runs off, eyes glimmering with… somethinig.
As Eileen turns her eyes down, some of the spell is broken and Akito once again remembers the situation. After a moment his own eyes turn down again, not knowing where else to look at the moment. “Ano.. you’re not mad? I mean, I really did come up here just to have a nap and then I heard you guys and..”
Eileen is ever so trusting (even though it’s the truth)… “…i-iie.” She says softly, and nods once as she accepts Akito’s trailing off explanation. “…hai…” Still blushing as hard as she can and as far down as is humanly possible, Eileen remembers some modesty, and clasps her hands over her breasts again, but this has the unintended sideeffect of making them press up and be more prominent. “…ano…gomen…we must have been very loud…”
Rika raises an ayebrow at that, . o O (Is she for real?) O o . and snaps off some more pictures. Seeing that she’s universally ignored by both lovebirds, she quietly sneaks off towards her jacket, muttering something under her breath about annoying hentais and other school hazards. Picking a moment when she’s out of sight, she takes her shirt off and squeezes it out, producing the annoying noise of dripping water, before putting it back on.
Eileen giggles a little as she’s tapped on the forehead. It just feels funny. “…aah! h-hai…!” She looks up finally, then looks back as she says, “…ano…maeki-cha…ara?” How does Rika disappear like that so quickly. She then looks back at Akito. “…a-ano…gomen, i should find out where maeki-chan went.” She then shivers a little. Wet t shirts are cold! She gets up though, and peers around, an action she does without using her hands at all, and with no trouble at all. “…ano…maeki-chan?”
Rika returns - already clothed in her jacket. “I suggest you squeeze your shirt out, Airin-chan, you’ll catch a cold if you don’t.” she comments.
Eileen does just that, after such a wise suggestion is given. Modesty once again in it’s proper place, Eileen heads behind a large pipe, and pulls off her shirt, something that can only be partly seen. Then she starts wringing it dry. Silly Eileen doesn’t notice that the pipe is less effective than the water tank. She takes extra time to make sure the job’s done right, then pulls her shirt on again, likely not even noticing that she’s missing her bra because she hasn’t asked for it yet.
Rika does not pass up an opportunity to take a picture of that too.
Akito keeps his eyes down for most of the changing, but can’t help but flicker them up, catching a glimpse of her. Renewing his blush from before.
Eileen finally returns, and then remembers she needs help with the harness. She enlists the aid of both Akito and Rika for this, and only then notices her jacket. She puts it on, reaffixes the guns in their holsters, and with their help, heads downstairs as lunch is almost over!
