Okabe Rintaro had no intention of letting go. While still holding Makise Kurisu's small hand, he pulled her closer again:
"A white coat! Only a white coat can be considered the uniform of a research Laboratory!"
Makise Kurisu abruptly pulled her hand back. Okabe Rintaro didn't mind, instead, he smoothly put his left hand into his pocket, raised his right hand, and explained with great dissatisfaction:
"I've told Tonz and Mayuri countless times, but they don't seem to understand. But you're a smart one, right?"
He pressed his hand to his forehead, then turned around and spread his hands towards Makise Kurisu:
"Come on! Let's strike a pose with our hands in our pockets together!"
Makise Kurisu: "Huh?"
"Hurry up!" Okabe Rintaro urged repeatedly.
"L-like this?" Under his urging, Makise Kurisu, not knowing if something was wrong with her brain, actually began to strike a pose with him.
With their hands in their pockets, they stood back-to-back. Makise Kurisu slightly bent her long legs, clad in black stockings, and closed her eyes.
"Yes! This is the rational and strong pose that only those dedicated to research can strike!" Okabe Rintaro said with immense passion:
"This white coat is a gift for you. Let us both fully share life!"
"Hmph hahahahaha--"
Suddenly coming to her senses, Makise Kurisu silently dropped the pose and sat down on a nearby chair, head bowed.
"I only feel greatly insulted," she said through gritted teeth.
"Grumble--" Suddenly, her stomach rumbled.
"Ah." Her face instantly turned crimson as she abruptly clutched her stomach.
However, such a movement could not completely cover the sound. After all, that rumble just now was clearly audible throughout the small Laboratory.
"Are you hungry?" Okabe Rintaro surprisingly did not launch a verbal attack.
"Ugh--" Blushing, Makise Kurisu brushed her hair back:
"So annoying. I haven't eaten anything since noon."
"Alright then." Okabe Rintaro instantly revealed his true colors, responding in a strange tone and grinning: "Today, this master is in a good mood."
As the numbers reached their end, with a 'ding', Okabe Rintaro took out the banana that had been rotating in the microwave.
"Enjoy your delicious meal," he said, presenting the plate to Makise Kurisu.
"Are you serious?"
"Are you dissatisfied?"
"Of course!" She suddenly sprang up, shouting, "Isn't there anything else?!"
With that, she stood up from the chair.
Okabe Rintaro still held the plate and casually said, "Only instant noodles that I bought before and left there."
Seeing Makise Kurisu standing by without a reaction, he shrugged:
"Not eating? As expected of someone who grew up in America—"
"Instant noodles, I'll have instant noodles," she suddenly said.
"What flavors are there?"
"Soy sauce and salt!"
"I'll have salt," Makise Kurisu turned her head. "And a fork..."
Okabe is truly a big boss. Tonz works tirelessly invading SERN, not to mention helping to repair the IBN5100.
I think having someone who doesn't know how to help is worse than not having them, it will slow down progress.
Speaking of which, can't the IBN5100 be started? Why take it apart? Aren't they afraid of not being able to put it back together?
Don't question the Super Hacker.
It's not 'heike' it's 'hacker'!
Kyouma's little hands aren't very clean.
Hehehe Assistant's white coat.
Hehehe Assistant's black stockings.
The Assistant was actually fooled by Kyouma into striking a pose.
Suddenly realized the correct way to use Makise Kurisu. As long as you are a bit firm, she will do it. Even if she realizes later, just bring out a Mayuri, and her attitude will soften.
Is 'bringing out a Mayuri' something so easy?
He still thinks he's Okabe Rintaro.
I suspect this banana was left by Mayuri before, and because it got gel on it, Okabe, this guy, didn't dare to eat it.
Americans don't eat instant noodles?
Actually, they do.
In the dim subway, all operations had ceased in every direction. The glowing clock hands clearly pointed to half past one.
It was already past midnight.
In the subway station at midnight, the only things glowing were the clock and the vending machine.
"If you don't hurry, time will run out, and you'll lose."
"Grumble--"
Sitting opposite Makise Kurisu, Okabe Rintaro looked at the cards on the table in front of him, clutching his thigh.
The hourglass beside them was still flowing, seemingly about to run out.
"Just give up. Anyway, isn't that card next to it a virus card? Everything's exposed." Leaning on the sofa, Makise Kurisu took a sip of cola and said casually.
"Hmph, if that's what you think, then think that." Feigning composure, Okabe Rintaro put down a card.
With almost no thought, Makise Kurisu slapped down another card:
"Then I'll put this card here."
Lightly flipping the hourglass, she declared victory in advance:
"Alright, Riichi."
In Mahjong, 'Riichi' represents the declaration that one is only one crucial tile away from being able to 'Tsumo' (win).
Then, Makise Kurisu took a light sip of dr. pepper.
"Hoh~ The Assistant also likes to drink dr. pepper?" Letting the hourglass flow, Okabe Rintaro stroked his chin.
Makise Kurisu casually said, "After all, I lived in the country of origin for many years."
"I feel like we could be drinking buddies."
"Unfortunately, I'm not yet of legal age."
"I meant friends who drink dr. pepper together."
Makise Kurisu sighed, "Only this?"
"That's why it has meaning," Okabe Rintaro said in a deep voice. "Sharing the memory of drinking the wisdom beverage, dr. pepper."
"Can you stop secretly flipping my cards while you're talking?" Holding the bottle, Makise Kurisu bluntly pointed out Okabe Rintaro's actions.
Okabe Rintaro's movements stiffened:
"Gah."
Seeing the hourglass about to run out and his turn about to end, he could only casually put down another card.
Then, Makise Kurisu reached out her hand.
"Alright, I win."
Leaning back on the sofa, watching Okabe Rintaro make a sound of shame, Makise Kurisu crossed her legs:
"Honestly, I have to say Okabe really lacks a big-picture view."
"He only ever considers his own strategy." She wore an expression of triumph, much like Okabe's earlier, and seized the opportunity to press on: "What the opponent is thinking, whether there might be a trap."
"He never considered—"
"—Wait!" Suddenly, Okabe Rintaro abruptly stood up, knocking over his chair, and clenched his fists with immense force.