[color=red]Kyosuke blushed (thankfully with his face still pressed to the ground) when Usami said he was "cute". Did... did that mean she liked him? He didn't really have much experience with dating or anything like that, but that had to count as flirting, didn't it? Even if she did say he looked like a lost puppy.

[i]Come on man, hold your horses before you get too excited. She[/i] is [i]an extraspecies...[/i]

[b][i]Dude who[/i] cares? [i]A really hot older girl just said she thinks you're cute. I think that kind of transcends cultural borders a bit. Besides, Usami seems nice... as long you don't touch her tail, otherwise she'll kick you so hard she'll snap your neck like a pretzel stick.[/i][/b]

Well that sobering thought kind of ruined his mood. Kyosuke cursed his brain, wishing he hadn't even thought about that last part. 

Then something heavy plopped down on top of him and almost turned his seiza into full-on prone position. Kyosuke grunted under the weight. It felt soft in some areas but hard and scratchy in others, and while he had the vague sensation of a wet towel on his back, the mass was far too heavy to be human. Unless...

Kyosuke smiled weakly where no one could see it. No, that was impossible. Sure the lump on top of him was warm, soft, and had the general characteristics of Misa Kito, but there was no way she was [i]actually[/i] sitting on top of him right now. There was no way he was being used as a human chair by a naked stranger he'd just met.

The blood-filled sack that made up Misa's ancillary thorax uncurled on his left side and touched the ground, and Kyosuke groaned. She'd done it. She'd really gone and sat on him while he was bowing. How embarrassing...

That was it. Kyosuke had had it. First he'd gotten shot by her by mistake, then she wouldn't even apologize or call him by name, and now she was using him as a stool like this was some sort of fucked up BDSM roleplay. This damn mosquito girl...

"Get... OFF ME!" Kyosuke yelled as he bucked and forced Misa off his back. She went tumbling to the floor. Kyosuke got up and pointed a finger at her. 

"I can't [i]believe[/i] you! You think that just because you're stronger than me means you can boss me around however you want?! Well I'm not your fucking chair! I mean, how disrespectful can you [i]be?[/i] You're supposed to be working [i]for me![/i] How about you start acting like it by apologizing?"

... is what he would've said, if Kyosuke was a braver man. Or a stronger one, for that matter. As it was, simply throwing her off his back was something his stringy little muscles just wouldn't allow. Not that he would have anyway even if he could. He was too afraid of getting impaled by that giant natural syringe she probably used to suck people dry like Cell from Dragonball Z. 

So instead, all he offered was a feeble "please... get off of me...". It was almost a relief when Ryūko tugged at Misa's antennae again. The moment the bug girl started squirming Kyosuke was freed out from under the oppressive weight of her ass (phatness status pending) and he got up, his face thoroughly red. 

Mao started mouthing off about the bro code and all Kyosuke could think to do was glare at him. [i]Why didn't you help?[/i] the look seemed to say.[/color]