"Enough. What's with that look? If that stinking old man could beat me, I'd chop off my own head and let you kick it around like a ball."
Yuko disdainfully nudged him with her foot. While grumbling, she casually reached into the void, pulled out a magazine, and slapped it into Lisa Yadomaru's hands. Lisa's sailor uniform looked rather worn from her fight with Ichigo.
"Here, what you wanted. Next time it's something this socially fatal, have Shinji do it. One look at her face and you can tell she's a repeat offender. No one will suspect a thing."
Her voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.
"Shinji would probably be reported to the police as a pervert." Lisa accepted the magazine without changing expression, glanced down at the cover, then calmly tucked it into the back of her sailor uniform. "Thanks. I'll buy you tea sometime."
Yuko waved her off. "Forget it. I'll thank heaven if you penniless freeloaders don't latch onto me."
Shinji walked over with an unhappy look. "Hey, do you really look down on us that much?"
Yuko looked him up and down for a moment. "You look like penniless relatives who'd ask for money at first sight. What exactly do you have that's worth looking up to?"
"...Usually, people who talk like you are villains."
Yuko raised an eyebrow. "When did I ever give you the impression that I was a good person?"
Shinji: ...What a vicious-tongued woman.
"Enough. Now that you've learned it, go home." Yuko waved her hand, signaling for Ichigo Kurosaki, who was sprawled on the floor, to hurry up and get up. "I told Miyu you were allergic to something, and told Masaki you were staying at a friend's house. Don't give yourself away when you get back."
"Didn't you say I fell?"
Ichigo