[color=00a651]"That's dumb. Why would you return to the scene of the massacre? I'm starting to think that no one here watches horror movies at all, and that's gonna be one heck of an accusation to make at all your funerals,"[/color] Kimiko said. That, and confessing to Hitomi's grave that she'd never been to Sacred Grounds. That would probably bite a big old Quarter Pounder. [color=00a651]"If you wanna see a pizza robot, I own one. I need to buy a collar for him, but I do. He's just a-ways downtown."[/color]

Kimiko thought about it for a second. At least she and Daisuke had bikes outside to ride down there... 

[color=00a651]"You know what, yeah,"[/color] said the charismatic airhead, pushing her food away, [color=00a651]"let's go see DRU. I'm getting hungry anyway, and he's got food."[/color]

The only problem is that even with Kimiko's notoriously dynamic thinking, she just couldn't work out a way for them all to stay in perfect formation on the way to the detective's office and her pet robot. If she'd had a week or two to train them like she wanted, she was sure they would be in the Summer Olympics by 2024, maybe even 2020, but unfortunately everyone here had ignored her prior instructions and showed up not knowing how to bike alongside friends. Even Kazou. And he wanted to be part of the gang.

A dynamic enough thinker could find a way to fit them all on Daisuke's bike. It was the biggest and coolest of any transportation they owned, to fit his super-cool and edgy demeanor. And probably to imply he had a big penis. That's what her moms said.

Ooh, speaking of which, Bekah-sama liked to let Dana-sama sit on her face sometimes, according to the muffled yells from down the hall she heard late at night while making food. It seemed to be a pretty good space-saving maneuver for them whenever Bekah-sama tried to steal the covers. IF Daisuke was steering the bike, and she sat on his head and gave him directions...

Crap, he'd be a gold medalist in no time. 

Not that Kimiko would make much of a helmet, and plus her hair would get all messed up, and [i]plus[/i] Hitomi was gonna fall and crack her head open and then she'd end up speaking in Alemannic dialect - or worse, freaking Portuguese - forever and no one would ever be able to understand her again. There were too many potential calamities.

[color=00a651]"Daisuke, I'll need to be carried to save space."[/color]

She'd seen him working that pole yesterday. Pretty good stuff, to her eye. She probably would've enjoyed watching it if she hadn't been busy stopping the apocalypse from coming with extra olives. But she could tell it had done a number on him, and a good pole worker needed to build his back and core strength. A girl of Kimiko's weight should be no sweat.

[color=00a651]"Daisuke, I'm waiting to be carried."[/color]

Who would carry Hitomi was a more pressing question, because this Kazou kid looked pretty tiny and prone to trembling. Even a girl as frail as Hitomi was gonna send him tumbling over, and then they'd both hit their heads on the pavement and come up speaking Aramaic, or Osthinterpommersch - or worse, [i]freaking Spanish[/i] - and no one would ever be able to understand them again.

More likely Hitomi was gonna jump up on Kimiko's back, though, honestly. The girl seemed to be attached to her a lot like DRU had been. Maybe she shouldn't have cast that magic spell that made everything look at her like Wonder Woman. Or maybe she should have, but in class, so that she could snooze through math forever. The only math she liked was done at the counter of a McDonald's - and adding up how many pounds Daisuke could shoulder.

[color=00a651]"Daaaaiiiiiisuuukeeeeeee."[/color]

She'd let Daisuke figure it out. He had to contribute something to this tag team besides endowment.