After Miss Masher steers the misshapen steel sphere out to the lobby area by the elevators, she absentmindedly shoves it aside without holding back her strength, which results in it sliding moreso than rolling. It eventually comes to a stop after its collision with an out-of-the-way wall, leaving a dent in said wall thanks to the force behind its impact.
As the elevator still has some time to go before its pending arrival, Lucas can’t resist his urge to run over and play with the new shiny distraction.
‘That looks pretty solid, yeah? Heheh, wonder if I can walk on it like one of those circus performers.’
[...It should be dense enough, yes. And, with y
By the time the elevator doors have opened enough that Miss Masher and Lucas feel comfortable walking through them to enter the 8th floor; Jonathan had already shut off his phone, pocketed it, and walked over near the elevators at a normal pace. He has Mr. Quacks sitting in the outer chest pocket of his suit, his little yellow head sticking out of it staring at the ceiling, and he is holding Mr. Quacks’ ladyfriend in both hands, keeping her hidden out of sight for now.Miss Masher exchanges brief greetings with Jonathan upon seeing him, but goes to continue walking towards the changing area. However, when she realized that Lucas stopped to stand directly in front of Jonathan, the two of them grinning at each other like complete idiots, her curiosity gets the better of her, so she walks over as well to see what’s going on.
Once Lucas finished lacing up his leather dress shoes; he tucks away his phone, the bag of marbles, and the keyfob. As he’s standing up he loosely loops his tie around his popped collar, then opens the door with one hand while grabbing his suit jacket with the other.Barely taking one step out of the changing room, he’s briefly disoriented, and then… he is back in the room, in the middle of putting on his belt.‘...The fuck?’Right outside of the changing room door there is a startled gasp, followed by a muffled whimper.‘Oh, shit, did Jon
After Jonathan is completely out of sight, Lucas sighs softly. Beginning his trek to the elevators yet again, he pulls on and adjusts his suit jacket, pops his dress shirt’s collar, and fusses with lining up his tie while he’s walking.Stepping around the last corner so that the lobby area comes into view once more, this time around he was delayed enough that Miss Masher is currently waving goodbye to Miss Chievous, and starting to walk towards the elevators.‘Hmm? Where’s she goin’?’[...How would I know? Go find out yourself.]Lucas quietly clicks his tongu
‘...Fuck. It’s one thing for Marsha to believe it, but Maria and Mary..? They’ll definitely figure that somethin’s up with me and Jon.’[...Yes. Fortunately, as they were only children themselves during the war, it is highly unlikely that they are aware of any of the clues regarding the presence of the Superhero Enhancement System, so who knows what conclusions Miss Calculated will come to. Perhaps she’ll do some research which will lead to her finding out about the system, if any of the relevant information from the war is documented anywhere. Though, I find that rather unlikely. They were always rather secret
Lucas finally thaws enough to attempt to answer Miss Chievous’s question.“Er… No..? It doesn’t have anything to do with you guys. Everything that has happened has… really been a bunch of coincidences. It, uh, honestly doesn’t have anything to do with anyone in particular… As long as none of you actively do something that gets in the way, it shouldn’t have any direct impact on you guys, I guess..?” Lucas’s resounding lack of confidence in his tone manages to even make him feel less sure about what he’s saying.[Lucas, you really shouldn’t be giving any more information than is absolutely necessary... It may seem ha
Once Lucas regathers his scattered wits and quits gawking at the ensuing destruction across the street, he rushes down the stairs two steps at a time.Since Miss Masher and Miss Chievous both noticed his odd behavior, they look over as well. Miss Chievous hisses, whereas Miss Masher says “Oh shit…” under her breath.‘Ugh, going through the two crosswalks is gonna take so long, should I just run right through the damn intersection? Bah, the accidents it would cause will lose more points than I save by rushin’ over, yeah?’[Most likely. If you really want to hurry, you should just jump over the traffic.] Lucas is standing a few paces into the seating area of the ground floor of the cafe, with Miss Masher in the process of cautiously climbing through the shattered window he had used as an entrance behind him.The overdosed offender is breathing heavily while standing in place, his attention roughly in Lucas’s direction, but he is still glancing around with hazy unfocused eyes while trying to figure out where Jonathan has run off to.Throughout his rampage so far, he has heavily damaged not just the area, but also his own attire. The shredded remnants of his shirt sway with every one of his ragged breaths, revealing peeks of exaggerated dehydrated looking muscles, soiled and sweaty, but completely uninjured. Miss Masher takes a few cautious steps back, grabbing an upended table that was resting against the short under-window wall nearby. She glances at Lucas, and upon seeing him coughing as he sits up with no visible injuries, she no longer spares him any further attention.With a firm grip on the table, she runs at the erratically flailing over-medicated man, shouting in order to pull his attention away from Lucas.The befuddled bully had managed to turn around to face Lucas, but he staggered a few times before ultimately falling to his knees, as his balance from the injured leg was thrown off more than he can currently mentally account for, even though he’s largely unaffected by the pain of it.I'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch203 - Fuck This Leg, In Particular
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