[h2]Shirai Kuroko[/h2]

Adjusting the horrific outfit so that the hood was both sensibly down [i]and[/i] well outside of her vision, the teleporter considered the bag that currently contained her unfortunately soiled outfit. It was indeed a practical idea to get it cleaned as soon as possible, and dropping it off would take barely any time at all with her ability. That would mean leaving the older student's sight and adoring gaze, however. That the look was due to the abomination made it no less flattering to get that sort of appreciative attention from her onee-sama...

Before she could actually bring herself to leave, the dreaded happened: someone that the the two of them knew approached the other girls. Worse, someone that had yet to learn of the Railgun's inappropriate obsession with a children's franchise, and would thus think that the monstrosity was the [i]teleporter's[/i] decision rather than putting the blame exactly where it belonged.

"Could you please not address me so informally?" Kuroko asked, irritation seeping through. Why was onee-sama 'Misaka', but she wasn't 'Shirai'? They were hardly well acquainted enough for any such choices.