There's a loaded question.
"By context," said Crowning, "You were about to describe your night. Which, by the way," he added with a smirk. "I'm content leaving as a mystery."
Translation: You dumped me for someone else, and now you wanna talk about your sojurn to Camp Naughty Bad Fun? No thanks.
"I know," said Jersey. "You're… like that, you know? You make a girl… boat… whatever, feel safe when you're around. It's nice."
Friend Zone Classification: BRUTAL.
"Can't say I do," said Crowning
Translation: I don't really care and really wanna change the subject.
"I never thought of that… probably why you and I… sorta… imploded."
"Jersey, that wasn't your fault—"
Translation: Let's not rehash that, all right?
Even when she spelled out her desires in such simple terms that he couldn't possibly miss her meaning, he still turned her down. Not because he didn't want to mind you, he made it very clear that a naked Alaska would make him quite happy, but because he wanted to marry her first.
Then ask her, for cripes' sake!
"Look!" Alaska tugged at her boyfriend's sleeve. "Look!" She could just see a dress being worked on in the back. It was obviously not finished, but that didn't matter. It was gorgeous all the same, slim and fitted with a flared-out waist and a skirt that looked like a waterfall of churning sea spray. There were even little tufts of what Alaska was certain was wolf's fur accenting around the collar.
"Oh no," Cameron buried his head in his hand.
This could mean several things:
1) Cameron's Mom is really planning ahead and knows what 'laska wants in a wedding dress.
2) 'tago is being sneaky and in cahoots with Cameron's Mom in planning something behind 'laska's back. (Possibly Hamakaze is in on this too.)
or
3) Cameron's Mom's talents have been made known to the shipgirls in Japan and (due to the wolf's fur) a certain heavy cruiser has
really jumped the gun and ordered her own dress.
There were hundreds of parents living in and around Everett. Most of them had children who'd grown beyond needing the comfort of a familiar stuffed friend to lull them to sleep, but some kept the plush animals around for some reason or another. From those few, a crack team of battle-tested plushies had been assembled. Veterans who'd cut their soft, downy teeth watching over the rest of boys and girls all over the city now joined together to protect Shinano's rest.
Gahh! Another direct hit to the feels!
"Could you come this way, ma'am?" Asked England, offering her tiny little hand to Shinano. The support carrier took it in her heavy leather gauntlet-clad paw and allowed herself to be towed off to the mess hall. Today, she decided, was going to be a good day.
Something tells me Shinano might have three new cuddle-buddies soon.
