Perhaps he realizes that agreeing to something like this is ludicrous, but so was agreeing to be part of a school club that fights shadows secretly. In the end, as long as the request didn't conflict with any of the S.E.E.S. members, there's little reason to say no in his mind.]
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Do I need one?
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You're my leader.
If it's important, then yes.
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
So which one is it. Leader, important, what?
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You're both.
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Then that's my reason. Eyeballs. Now.
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Perhaps he realizes that agreeing to something like this is ludicrous, but so was agreeing to be part of a school club that fights shadows secretly. In the end, as long as the request didn't conflict with any of the S.E.E.S. members, there's little reason to say no in his mind.]
FROM: yuki.makoto@cdc.org
O.K..
Just tell me where.
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Where are your eyeballs???
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They're on my face.
FROM: yuki.makoto@cdc.org
You can touch my eyeballs, but I don't know where you are.
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Oh. Try the hangar deck. Lower deck, that's Deck 2.
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O.K..
[ A while later, Makoto arrives on lower deck two. He takes a moment to look around, his hands in his pockets; even for him this is quite odd.]